“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.
Tomorrow starts my official season of sunnies, uncomfortable heeled sandals, frozen drinks, and tans. Oh, and my new collection of colored shells, billion year old sea monster teeth necklaces, shark teeth bracelets, and some other pretty wacky sea-inspired pieces.
…Oh and the world’s ending Saturday, so go spend all your money, bar crawl around, and eat that quarter pounder without feeling guilty, at least that’s what I’m going to do in celebration of judgment day.
For as much time as I spend in Manhattan, I usually never get to see what the city truly is made of. So the other night I decided to throw myself in the midst of Prince Street‘s designer boutiques and just walk, observe, and really take a look at what I was surrounded by. Aside from the homeless people yelling paranoid words, the crazy woman fighting someone for a cab, and the normal city chaos, I saw the creativity that existed inside these tiny boutique storefronts that I never pay attention to on my mission to a bar, cafe, or class. For the first time in a long time, I realized how lucky I was to be living in New York, and just how many talented designers are based in my backyard.