“If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine; it is lethal.”
- PAULO COELHO
[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
- Jack Kerouac
WHAT AM I LOOKING FOR?
Our hands are an extension of who we are. They define our species as human beings, and they define us as individuals. Our hands allow us to do what we have chosen to do, and for some of us, are the only way we can communicate. From dawn to dusk and all over again, they carry us through life from kitchen to keyboard and culture to craft. Through them we become who we are to the rest of the world, whether by painting our lips or writing a letter; whether by waving to a friend or holding another's.
We decorate our hands with polish, rings, bracelets and tattoos, our personalities and our stories silently speaking through them. Their scars, imperfections, cuts and smudges are reminders of moments past, and how our experiences have shaped us. An injured hand becomes a martyr to its cause, elevated from obscurity to temporary prestige. A scar becomes a conversation piece; a lasting reminder of a specific moment in time. A palm line becomes a fortune, its cracks, breaks and feathers read as omens of the future. A ring becomes a symbol of commitment; its hand exalted from obscurity into limelight.
As a designer, I have relied on my hands for everything. From sketch to pattern to product, I could never do what I do and do what I love without them. My joints are knobby, my palms are calloused, and my nails are brittle and rarely polished. Band-aids have become a requisite accessory, and the side of my left hand is permanently smudged with ink. I wear far too much jewelry and most of it garners more injuries than second glances, but my hands would feel naked and quiet without it. They're the force behind why I get up every day, if I've gotten to sleep at all- and they will never, ever be pretty, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Too often we take these incredible gifts for granted, their small bones and intricate mechanics driving a set of tools far more powerful and precise than we realize. We use them and abuse them until the moment they're injured or crowned, without stopping to appreciate what they really are. We fail to notice them in their element, fluttering with life as they translate thoughts to written words, notes to beautiful music, feelings to tangible energy and ultimately dreams to life. Let them be what they are, and let them tell your story. Your power lies in your hands, in more ways than you can imagine.
Your hands are beautiful.
Take a peek behind the seams of THE ORDER in my recent interview with Glossed&Found in their Fall Beauty + Fashion issue, featuring five model finalists doing major justice to the collections of five Chicago designers for the Mario Tricoci ‘Mario Make Me A Model’ competition. See them in runway action on September 25th at the Elements of Style Fashion Show- tickets here.
Peep the full article here.
The incredibly gorgeous Hattie Watson doing The Ørder major justice on the white desert sands of New Mexico in the Graciose Pullover and Oiseau Noir Legging. The model x photographer x explorer x megababe packed these dark delights from Collection II into her suitcase for her cross-country roadtrip with photographer Chase Lisbon- you can track their beautiful & adventurous journey here.
I’m very proud to share this recent feature by the Art Assembly, a new Chicago-based collective spearheaded by editor Amanda Glandon. Her primary focus is to offer young artists a resource where they can connect with other creatives to learn about how they paved own their way in the independent realm. It’s an amazing concept and inspiring from any angle, and I’m honored to be a part of it.
Read the interview here.
"To practice magic is to bear the responsibility for having a vision." - Starhawk