The most common thrift store bed sheets include...1. flowers, 2. plaid, 3. 80's splatter paint/pastel tribal prints and 4. sleepy childhood prints/scenes of cartoons which were popular when I was leedle (my current favorite). I initially started making clothes from second-hand bedsheets to save money. But through the process of salvaging these fantastic bedsheets, my designs became inspired by the story's they softly whisper and the people I imagine they belonged to. These garments represent a magical world of possibilities; the circle game we play...the sweet nostalgia of the past, and the...uh, potential for an amazing future. Bam.
The collar on this double-breasted, over-sized casual shirt...
...is alive with carebears. I imagine these particular sheets belonged to a sad boy in Santa Cruz, CA. His agnostic parents purchased sweet 700 thread count sheets in an effort to provide comfort during the year his first existential dilemma finagled it's way into his dreams.

The potential for the interaction of these stories is also inspiring. i present to you...
...a tailored shirt (complete with pin tucks, hidden placket, fisheye darts and whopping big cuffs). The back of the shirt and collar are constructed from hello kitty sheets that belonged to the tragic 12-year-old daughter of a poor, single woman in Colorado Springs. She dreamed of snow skiing and having sufficient funds to buy new sheets. The collar stand is a red plaid sheet that belonged to a freshman boy at University of Colorado, Boulder...a snowboarding anthropology major from Ashland, OR. The shirt speaks of the day the little girl and bigger boy collided on the sloops and the scandalous/star-crossed love affair that blossomed.

The sleeves on this raglan shirt...

...are made of the same red plaid sheet (belonging to the same boy - 6 years later). The collar is a 10-year-old flower sheet (the year is 1998) that belonged to the snowboarding boy's parents. The shirt tells the story of his relationship with his mom and dad, who died the previous year. Shorty after, he stored his parents sheets in a closet he doesn't open...next to the his nostalgic plaid ones, and switched to soild black.

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes I wonder how we grew up in the same family...and I mean that in the absolute best way possible. So talented, so creative...I love everything. I wonder what story my childhood sheets would tell? Definitely something about being pulled and tucked very tightly under a bed everyday at the same exact time...over and over again. Miss you, Al. Love you much.