Monday, June 28, 2010

Madras the Elephant

The original from home.

He was a professional out of college. It took hard work to get into the art director job he was in now, but once established, he had complete creative freedom. Passion took him further than his portfolio. It was that very passion that led him to be proud of the clothing he chose to wear. His brightest articles of clothing were not cheaply dyed cotton sold as "madras", but true patches of fabric from India; crafted there and sent to the states. It meant a bit more to him to wear the real thing from his homeland, rather than purchase a mass-produced piece. He thought to himself, "originality is fleeting, always copied...yet, when seen, truly inspirational."

Animal Fashions. Up for 2 more days at IndyInk.
84 S. Broadway-Denver.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

A Classy Lady

A simple plan.

Of course, she thought. How could it be anymore obvious? "I rarely purchase anything from the stores anymore, and since I have learned to sew, why, its so simple! I could use it in so many ways. With the dress and my pearls, atop my coat, I could make a statement at work and leave it on for the entire day! This is what I have been missing when I look in the mirror." The scarf wasn't all that she was missing, however. Indeed she had created a cage for herself, flitting about her neatly organized Park Slope apartment, making the neighbors crazy when they dared watch her activities. But when she walked out of her building, their gossip was all but silenced. Gorgeous in her overcoat atop her dress, with a line of pearls across her neck, and that shock of color that was her scarf... Was that really all she thought about? "Simple, keep it simple. I choose the ensemble, the details, and that is enough complication in my life." With that, she walked to the Brooklyn Co-Op on Atlantic, for some Gorilla Coffee and a croissant.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Drink Like a Fishhead Morris

The story of a fish, man.

He was a rake. His clothes, demeanor, all of it. He had impeccable scales. He liked his drink. Because of his qualities he was popular with the mermaids and the octopi. He was a fish, and yet still human. He was the rakish Mr. Fishhead Morris. We all have our weaknesses, so why judge a fish because he enjoys a drink? Being in the water never truly quenched his thirst. No, he had a desire for greater things in life. Through rose lenses, or an alcoholic haze, perhaps he could glimpse his future. . . but for now he was content getting a beverage when he could spare a moment. He would contemplate, yet never pursue his full potential. "Yes, greatness will come, but for now, how about a drink?" To a passerby- an alcoholic. To his friends? A lost cause; but to himself? . . . he thought of himself as a simple fish, swimming to the currents of his own path.
To me?
A rakish, fishy, magnificent bastard.

Animal Fashions, up for one more week at IndyInk on 84 S. Broadway

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Incorrigible Old Toad

The Old Toad.

He was so set in his ways. A habitual smoker of fine tobaccos and his extensive collection of pipes were just a few of his many interests. "I must have a windsor knot, a flower upon my notched lapel, and walking stick in hand- otherwise, what's the point?" His interest in all things sartorial, as well as female, always led him down an exciting yet rarely rewarding path. As an older toad his passions reverted to the simpler things in life- gallery openings, attending events for close friends. Enjoying a simple shot of espresso on a Sunday morning with a chocolate chip biscotti. The women in his life had always thought of him as the man with the most potential; yet his failure to see it in himself had left him as a lonely bachelor, but a happy purveyor of the finer things in life.

Animal Fashions at IndyInk through July 1st

Tuesday, June 8, 2010


On time, every time. In plaid pants.

Sure he had plaid pants. He had few things, but the things he had he adored, and brought out often. The plaid pants were one of his favorites. Lightweight, cotton, perfect for Spring and even early summer. Roll them up, wear them out, get some looks, check the time, off to work. Comfort is key, he thought. Looking good is what you do, naturally if you can. But comfort, ah comfort, was always number one. If you aren't comfortable with you, how can you possibly be comfortable in what you wear? You wear the clothes, they don't wear you.

Animal Fashions at IndyInk until July 1
ArtWork and Apparel for sale

Sunday, June 6, 2010

I used to race, but now I drink

The former Champion.

Bred for perfection, seasoned on the track. Yes indeed Mint-Julip was the champion, and he was revered in all of the watering holes he frequented. The Kentucky Derby was still an enjoyable race to watch, and always a good reason to throw on the bow tie and blue blazer. Yes, Derby time; the ladies in their big hats, the smell of money... but especially that deep, earthy smell of the track. The brave but mostly naive strangers that approached him in the bar still asked the same questions.
"Hey, Mint-Julip! You're a real inspiration, man. You still hit the tracks? How's the leg?"
"Huh," he thought, taking a long pull on his short, double brandy, "I used to race. But now I drink."

Animal Fashions is showing through July 1 at IndyInk. T-shirts and some art still available.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

3 Piece Penguin

The 3 Piece Penguin

The standard suit was fine for those brash, young fellows that worked downstairs. A jacket and some slacks were fine, but he had a different idea of what was stylish and hip. Indeed a 3 piece suit had a certain amount of character to it that few could pull off. Had he not been a character himself, the suit would have got all of the attention.

Animal Fashion opens this Friday at 7PM at IndyInk
30 new pieces by yours truly.