I just took a gander at the Zero + Maria Cornejo Pre-Fall 2012 and for some reason, the looks involving this easy silk pattern. There is no mention as to what the photo is (there is mention of iPhone pictures of feather and butterfly prints and “pixelated jacquard” though). I see a fence, cloudy skies — a sprawl came to mind. Now “Sprawl II” is stuck in my head.
The Origins of the Lacoste shirt, according to Woody Allen
And it came to pass that a man who sold shirts was smitten by hard times. Neither did any of his merchandise move nor did he prosper. And he prayed and said “Lord, why hast thou left me to suffer thus? All mine enemies sell their goods except I. And it’s the height of the season. My shirts are good shirts. Take a look at this rayon. I got button-downs, flare collars, nothing sells. Yet I have kept thy commandments. Why can I not ear a living when mine younger brother cleans up in children’s ready-to-wear?”
And the Lord heard the man and said, “About thy shirts…”
"Yes, Lord," the man said, falling to his knees.
"Put an alligator over the pocket."
"Pardon me, Lord?"
"Just do what I’m telling you. You won’t be sorry."
"…you possessed personal infrastructure: your kafana, your barber, your butcher, the landmarks of your life (the spot where you fell and broke your arm playing soccer, the corner where you waited to meet the first of the many loves of your life, the bench where you first kissed her); the streets where people would forever know and recognize you, the space that identified you…If you somehow vanished, your fellow-citizens could have reconstructed you from their collective memory and the gossip that had accrued over years. Your sense of who you were, your deepest identity, was determined by your position in a human network, whose physical corollary was the architecture of the city.”
—Aleksandar Hemon, in the latest issue of the New Yorker.