I spilled my coffee in my studio and thought the way it pooled on my drop cloth was really cool. I was bummed about my coffee but thrilled to get the shot. I hope you have a week filled with unexpected discoveries.
“Mistakes are the portals of discovery.” —James Joyce
The last few days I’ve spend some time clearing my head and cleaning out my studio. I purchased a closet of clothes a few years ago in an estate sale from my friend Funky Frank. There were some real gems in my purchase. Today I tried on a few sport coats to see what I could have tailored. I was thrilled to discover a few things in pockets. So I naturally searched through all of them. I found receipts, a few coins, a vintage hand wipe cloth and the business card of musician Adam Over from Montreal who apparently plays Jazz Bass. I thought it was so cool that Adam had a card with contact information simply stating that he plays JAZZ BASS.
I wondered about the night when this jacket was worn to a club in Montreal. I’m guessing that after hearing Adam Over the owner of this fabulous jacket needed to have his contact information—perhaps he thought he would need to hire a jazz bass player for a private party in Montreal sometime.
I’ve been doing a lot of sleuthing in the last few weeks. My life has required it. I had this realization that little stories like this have meant so much to me my whole life. And for the record, this striped, double breasted jacket doesn’t require a hug amount of alteration to fit me well. I just need to have someone nip in the waist and take the shoulders in a bit.