Making bags... making a mess... chewing bubblegum... listening to Deerhunter´s Halcyon Digest... "Desire Lines" over and over again... wondering why Bradford Cox is so skinny... things are going well according to plan.
Today I bought a large Scarf and a beautiful wool hat from the markets. Originally sold and made for the Grandes Armazens do Chiado(built 1894) in Lisboa, which unfortunately burned down in 1988. I never got to go inside this department store, it would have been amazing. Now rebuilt, nothing remains of its former inner glory, just the facade. The scarf was still inside its original paper bag as was the hat, both labeled accordingly. In all I got 4 of these paper bags you received your bought goodies in... and they are all different, which is nice from the history of design of the brand perspective... I am so happy. Pictured above you have the Armazens in 1958, a postcard that advertises the monumental interior staircase as well as the 115 meter facade, and the sad end to this beautiful shoppers delight.
Today Chris came by the studio and helped unpick and cut and keep me company. "It´s a new experience ...thats for sure...something different...now I can make and sell my own handbags... there´ll be a website up soon...watch out for the competition."...Well said and thanks Chris!
For this purse I am using fabrics that used to belong to my grandmother and my auntie. Last week when I visited my auntie she gave me a bag full of the most varied bits of leftover fabrics, each with a story to tell..."this one I used to make a dress for your cousin and this one a pair of pants for when she was little...". On average these fabrics have to be at least 30 years old, making them vintage by definition....the flower came from our old place, I found it when we recently renovated... among my mum´s bits and pieces of sewing things. There is no moral... just memories which will soon belong to someone else who will never know.