“There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol’s diamond eye-
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass-
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea-
No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene.”
Some argue New York is the center of the fashion industry, where designers come to breathe in the air of insanity, and bond with other artists. Being a jewelry designer myself, I have begun to understand that where you are, and where you’ve been, shapes what you make, why you create, and your design aesthetic. Lisa Salzer, a Long Island native like myself, is the perfect example of a talented, inspired, and inspiring, New York based designer. Her new collection for Lulu Frost showcases how you can blend all of your passions, experiences, your past, and your present, to form an avante-garde yet somehow effortless, and shockingly cohesive, collection of art.
The collection was drawn from her recent trip out west, Native American history and fashion, Mad Men, and New York people-watching. “I draw so much inspiration from NYC as you never know what you’re going to encounter around each corner and the summer is always a fantastic time to people watch.” she says. This is my ode to Lisa Salzer and her “Modern Pioneer” collection.
Surprisingly, The Knife, and hot blonde models, aren’t the only good things to come out of Sweden. Meet Sweden-born jewelry designer and founder of By Boe, Annika Salame. Salame studied fashion design at Parson’s. Shortly after she graduated, she became interested in jewelry-making, and opened up shop in the Upper East Side. Her jewelry is featured in stores throughout the U.S, and she also has a quaint little stand-alone shop on Prince Street.
…..After researching a few of these young NY based designers, I’ve noticed a trend….
Love Pamela Love. If I had a sugar daddy (which I never would but that’s besides the point) or a really awesome limit on my credit card, I’d probably be decked out in this New York based designer’s strange yet gorgeous jewelry. The high price point is well worth the beautiful treasure you get in return. And come on, who doesn’t want to wear a 10-30,00 year old Siberian whooly mammoth tusk on their wrist?
Click the picture for another article about this adorable little lady.
This weekend, Brooklyn was out-of-control freezing. Despite the hot toddy drinking weather, a bunch of awesome vendors (including myself) came out to North 7th and Wythe to sell their little hearts out at the Artist’s and Fleas Holiday Bazaar. Though it was a bit quiet and very new, the space and products were definitely something to check out.
While hopping around the Bazaar, I came across sweatshirts and tees by Brooklyn based menswear designer, Alexander Campaz. Sweatshirts were super cozy, colorful, and great to hibernate in during this shitty, windy weather. And, the fact that they’re mens didn’t stop me from trying them on (the small fit basically like a women’s medium).
Naturally, the only money I made went to these things.
I have a great appreciation for other people making, loving, conceptualizing and creating awesome shit. I attended an art show at Mass Transit Skate Shop in Valley Stream, NY this weekend and saw some lovely Long Island Talent. Miss Jamie Schwartz’s vintage, handmade, jewelry collection- using turn of the century watch parts-“Through the Loupe” was featured…
and it’s kind of amazing.
For all you dirty skaters out there, buy some of Jamie and I’s pieces for your slutty (or not so slutty) girlpals…and some skate gear from Mass Transit for yourself.
I’ll be donating some fancy pieces @ the Give Life Event @ Fashion Institute of Technology to be raffled off November 8th (today)! If you’re in the area, come and support the NY Organ Donor Network and sign up to save a life.
tears OF HOPE. Vintage ChandelierPendant (Faceted Glass), Marcasite Heart, Jet Crystal, and Leather.
My journey back into jewelry-making, artist-being, has proved to be an interesting one. I’ve almost passed out from the beautiful smell of records melting in my oven, blew a fuse in half of my house-which took all night to get back working, and continually got harassed by white trash vendors at the antique shows. I also came pretty close to drilling a hole in my hand. Melting vinyl, playing with drills and listening to Johnny Cash makes me wonder what kind of weirdo I’ve become.