Finally

 

 

 

 

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By Bernadette

By Bernadette

Finally, yes, for many reasons. Finally, done with all of the projects that have made me noctural and machine like. Finally, a post, I've meaning to put up all of these pictures I took last weekend.

I've been alluding to my excitement for the new Mayle pop-up store in my last posts and as soon as I caught a glimpse of the foldout lookbook poster, thats when it started happening. It began, when I'd be drifting off to sleep and vision of an ivory colored blouse, perfectly ruffle-y with the sweetest print in a tame hot pink would pop into my mind. The same apparition that occured in between my most mundane periods of catching a moment of thought... on the elliptical at the gym, walking through the produce section at Whole Foods, sitting on the subway as it moved along the steely east river. A couple of weeks ago it was an Isabel Marant men's shape tweed coat that caused these moments of perfect outfit visualization and just how obviously and conveniently the fixation of course subsided once the coat was wrapped up safely in a shopping bag on it's way home with me.

This time around, the blouse haunting me was a beautiful number made none other than Mayle, the one I saw on the poster. This feeling of coveting for a Mayle blouse is nostalgic, as Jane shuttered her line a little over a year ago and the experience of having to rush over to her tiny shop in Nolita to claim dibs on piece is one I’ve known since I became a fan of the line almost seven years ago now. Her line for me bridged that young punky attitude I deemed towards Fashion from my teen years of wearing only vintage, to something really sophisticated yet still intricately quirky. After being introduced to the brand in '03 via Barneys, I curiously made my first visit to her shop on Elizabeth Street, a tiny jewel box of a store with just at the time two mere racks. On the floor, I saw those infamous wedge sandals that Jane ascribed to being like crazy seashells wrapped around the foot. Never in my life before had I signed up for any article of clothing on a waitlist. This is where it all started as I put my name down for a pair of the shoes, patiently waiting along with all of the many other devotees of the line, eventually buying two pairs in different colors of the same style and four other pairs of shoes from the collection that followed along. Each season, finding that the shoes and clothes so bordered on being like special miniature gems of art, that it started more of dangerous collectionary habit rather than random purchases. It was official.

I was lucky enough to eventually intern for Jane my last year of school and also the last two collections before the line closed. It was a participation that eagerly had me happily rambling through the city's garment district in the dead of winter which is the complete opposite of the word picturesque. So not only  did the line become a favorite to amassingly treasure, but became endearingly personal as I made so many great friendships from the rad girls who worked at the shop and at the office, plus learning from the brilliance of Jane. An amazing experience, I remember there was always plenty of tea on hand in the office to be had on those cold days.

So on Saturday, after my daily ritual of a grabbing a morning coffee from Marlow and Sons, I put on my trench and made the trek up to the Mayle pop up in the Upper East Side which although is just a few train transfers and a really long ride away, is somewhat like going on a roadtrip. A change of rough around the edges Brooklyn scenery, it was on to the beautifully paved Madison Avenue streets where fable-esque houses and and the perfect blouse abide.


{1 . Drawing, I have been drawing nonstop. A scribbly scrap, from my sketchbook 2. A photo I took, from my Brooklyn 3. Wearing a red Mayle blouse from an old old collection, maybe '04?}

 

 

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Once uptown, so perfectly aligned with the "kamikaze" theme Jane had chosen, giant Park Avenue "White Ghost" sculptures by Yoshitomo Nara await; along with a characteristic Mayle pink chair, miniature bronze bonsais under bell jars and cute sparkly small bags (my favorite version was the one made out of shreds of ripped denim woven together by metallic thread) that are like a cross between Mayle's classic clutch and the beloved Billy Bag.

The ever so lovely Jane was there, busy putting new flowers in a Japanese jar next to a T-shirt with printed eyelash eyes. I got to chat with her and she was kind to let me snap some pictures around the store.

 

  {All photos by me: 4. White Ghost in front of Asia Society Museum 5.6.7. 8. 9. 10. from the shop}



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Then there it was.

Right smack dab in the middle, the blouse of my dreams. Because I really have the best boyfriend in the universe, Andrew cured me of my blouse obsession by gifting it to me. There it was, wrapped up in a bag just as I had hoped and on it's way back to Brooklyn, with me.


 

 

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   Closing

 

 

Mayle pop up at Sigerson Morrison Uptown 19 East 71st St, open until October 14th

The downtown Mayle pop up is already open at 2 Great Jones Street, open until October 17th

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