September 1, 2010
For something made of 3% metal, this jacket by Copenhagen-based designer Ivan Grundahl is incredibly floaty.
The metal fibers in the fabric hold on to creases even more steadfastly than pure linen and give a subtle silvery sheen to the more metal-intensive stripes on the jacket.
I was introduced to the brand by my friend Brandon, and since then I’ve been a fan of Grundahl’s unconventional shapes that allow for creativity on the part of the wearer as the latter figures out multiple ways of wearing the designer’s garments. Unfastened, the jacket is open and breezy:
Ivan Grundahl jacket, Bleach Catastrophe t-shirt, Margiela necklace, April 77 jeans, Zara shoes
and the right side comes down much longer than the left:
With the ties tied, the neckline transforms into a scarf-like cowl that provides the safe feeling of being wrapped up in a coat and scarf in the fall, whilst remaining light enough to wear on the last days of summer.
And speaking of things that don’t last forever, I’m back in Boston now, curled up on the couch, nearly convulsing with NYC withdrawal symptoms. On that note, a mouthful of snapshots from my last night in the city:
bumper-to-bumper on my street (Ludlow on the LES)
headlights like eyes on the Bowery
fascinating conversation with dear friends at a nearly empty bar
found objects: an unopened photo book
and old vinyl records, all for the taking
And just like that, the summer of a lifetime is over. Who would have thought so many dreams can come true in so little time? New York City, I’ll see you in Fashion Week.