This is the Alexander Wang "Velvet" Rocco. When I read that I got super excited that they made this duffel shape in velvet. I put on my old lady glasses and saw that it was just nubuck. BO-RING. Just another case of my brain being on a totally different plane of existence.
If I do want this shape in real black velvet then I'll have to make it myself. Butterick pattern 4624-D comes closest. Just shorten/widen the handles and lose the pockets (if you're into total fidelity to the original), right?
Made items in pattern photo shoots are always hilarious to me. It's like color blind women in Nebraska design all the textiles in the fabric store world and then Keebler-elve them into the worst Fake Vera Bradley combinations ever.
See what I mean? It takes a special kind of person to see potential in that hot mess. No wonder no one sews from patterns anymore.
Hey nerds, guess what? Rachel Comey has two brand new patterns out with Vogue. Solid. I scoured the internet for zoomed pictures of her Intrepid skirt to see the seaming in 360 back last year and now all the leg work has been done for me. She really wants you to ghetto Hong Kong seam finish everything, to which I say, "unnecessary." Other than that, this turn of events is a big bowl of win.
Now she just needs to make with that crazy eyelash print silk crepe available and I'll be good to go.
I quietly made a deal with myself this year to not buy anything that I, theoretically could make. So as a prefrontal cortex retaliation my brain has decided to take a massive interest in shoes and bags and printed scarves and other shit that I can't zip-zip on the crusty-had-it-since-I-was-twelve Bernina. I see through you brain, I know your dirty tricks.
I've been looking at my shoes and realizing that I kind of hate them all. A lot of them are for a fantasy dress that I just need to sit down and make already. My hatred is born from my inability to wear them and having to look at them so long without being able to utilize them to their fullest potential.
Are they even what I'm into anymore? Like, that pair of buff colored Suzanne Sommers mid-heel needs to start being added to the mix. What mix? Another post for another time. A nude shoe is timeless right?
I've kept a lot of things for a long time and don't really ever wear them. I'm tired of not feeling satisfied when I look through my wardrobe. It's not spring yet but I feel the urge to clean house. There's fabric for roughly 30 dresses but a couple of nice rayons that desperately need to be put to use before they're out of season again. Impulse shopping for things that don't fill the void could have purchased me those Vivienne Westwood animal toe court shoes by now. Really? That's a depressing thought. I could have had my fantasy shoes in real life instead of 4 other pairs of just alright shoes. DO I NEED anything mediocre anymore? Can I say no to garbage?
I'm tired of waiting for someone else to do exactly what I want. Designers have been super boring lately and I need to get some fucking traction with my shit but I have a hard time staying on task, so maybe if I put it in a public place then I'll feel the sting of shame when I fail to meet a self-imposed deadline.