A profile in courage: a pensive Kerry Smith before the show at Regional Arts on Delmar
My friend Kerry Smith walked the runway
for Glitterfly Apparel at the Second Annual Style in the Loop fashion show, and I
was there to ooh and ahh and clap and cheer, not only for Kerry but
for designers Noelle Wagner (Flat River) and Michelle Swane
(Ironton)--a happy to be alive night! Though not a professional
model, in fact this was to be the first time she ever wore stilettos,
Kerry did us all proud. But it wasn't the shoes that made Kerry grow in stature right before my eyes, it was the risk taking, the throwing herself into something new, not knowing how it would turn out, but giving it her all.
Though not captured in my pics, my favorite moment of the whole show was when Kerry, so serious about appropriately repping Glitterfly with a certain command and dignity, so determined not to totter or sway on those high heels, got to the end of the runway and saucily threw the photographers a kiss. It was a perfectly loving gesture to salute the clothes themselves and the way they made her feel that fabulous night. Weeks later when I asked her to offer a few adjectives about the Glitterfly collection with the very first words that popped into her head, she fired back with "sexpot, free-spirit!" Absolutely right. If you weren't there for a once in a lifetime chance to see Kerry and Glitterfly take a huge leap future forward, here's part of what you missed.
Because it was a first modeling experience for Kerry, I asked her to please
tell us in what ways it felt like new experience, and how her participation helped her in breaking new ground
personally?
"Oh,
I felt my experience with the fashion was special because it was able
to connect me to people that have similar interests. Gave me an
inside look behind the scenes at the perks, nerves, work, and
excitement others don't see. I embraced the chance to plunge into
something new, something unfamiliar, because I recognize that's where
human growth happens. I've always felt I'm socially awkward,
sometimes more than others, and this gave me a chance to throw myself
into a bunch of people I didn't know. I was testing myself, the test
was: can you make friends easily? By the end of the night I was
dancing with 3 girls backstage and laughing about all sorts. It gave
me more energy too and confidence. Before, I said: I only wanna walk
once, I don't think I can even handle that with my nerves. Then,
after walking, when I got backstage I thought I
wanna walk every time.
Moreover ladies I'm taking your spot.
Even more so than that feeling, I wanted to be the designer. For
sure! The creator, the brains. It's so much more fulfilling for me, I
think."
Oooh! Patrick wore this shirt so well, more pictures of him here
I want this to be the official Written Word, Spoken Word cardigan!
Noelle told me: "My clothing lines depend a lot on what
kinds of fabrics come through the studio door; 90% of the fabric
comes from seamstresses no longer sewing, remnants from an
upholstery/drapery company in St.Louis, thrift stores, and garage
sales. Occasionally, I'll be at a fabric store picking up zippers and
whatnot and will see a bolt of something that I can't resist. The
designs are based on styles and cuts that have traditionally
flattered the female figure: high-waisted pencil skirts, princess
seams, a-line, etc."
She also passed along this statement submitted as part of the application by Glitterfly to Style in the Loop:
Glitterfly Apparel is the creation of
Noelle Wagner & Michelle Swane. For years we costumed many for
Halloween, theatre productions, and well, just for the fun of it. We
also gifted friends and family with enough of our handiwork to make
their closet doors bulge. Then folks we didn't know began to take
notice and seek out our wares; a librarian quickly transforms into a
Dewey Decimal diva, the folk singer becomes a frock star, etc. We've
primarily sold our duds at festivals, shows, and the occasional open
studio sale. We're starting to branch out but we still relish the
person-to-person show sale.
Neither of us have any formal
fashion/design training. Rather, we both sat below our grannies while
they stitched, learned basics in 1980's home economics class, and
then began years of learning through trial and error. Then our skills
were perfected by challenges we brought unto ourselves. Inspiration
often comes from nature, dreams, and a slightly distorted idea of
normalcy.
A portion of the company is dedicated
to the upcycling of vintage pieces with unique appliqué designs:
alien women, poison ivy, flies, balloon dogs, and beets to name a
few. A specialty of ours is the western shirts & polyester
western suits a la Nudie Cohn, but with more appliqué, less sequins.
Besides Nudie, Little Edie and each other provide inspiration.
Another side of our company sews
series of one-of-a-kind, retro inspired women's apparel. The series
is sewn from the same design in various sizes; the series limited to
25-50 per series. And although it is a series, each one is unique in
fabric & embellishment making each genuinely a one-of-a-kind
piece. Some even receive their own title. For the cooler months
ahead, I've sketches for the 9 to 5 series inspired by the 80's flick
of the same name. It will include sexy pencil skirts and bow blouses
to rock way after 5:00. All of the garments are carefully made
incorporating hand stitching and details, just as Granny insisted!
Opening up the possibilities in wedding garb. Makes every other wedding dress I've ever seen pale by comparison.
This collection is so hot; it's only a matter of time before it spreads like wildfire!
Feeling good after the show, even before the after-party
Kerry's grandma Tessie (who's teaching her to sew) and mom Kelly who drove up from Fredericktown after a long work week to be there for Kerry
Kerry back in her own stylish vintage duds (notice her lion necklace, for courage she confessed) in the embrace of one pleased fashion designer. And why not? Several items were sold off the mannequins before the doors even opened, snapped up by the other designers. What better compliment and endorsement of her creative vision?
One beautiful talented lady--Glitterfly designer Noelle Wagner at the end of the happy (and successful!) event
From everyone in southeast Missouri--we're so impressed and excited for you, ladies! If there ever was, there's no stopping you now.
We're going on a cosmic journey tonight. Traveling from a
place of not having touched each other to a very sweet and rich, soft and wet
place of touching each other most intimately. Without knowing where it's going
to take us, how far into pleasure, how far into sea sickness—our
Voyage of the Beagle.
Before we embark I wanted to remind you (and me) that this
opportunity that we're giving each other to come closer, is an opportunity to
deepen our erotic relationship with ourselves—to be that sensual man and
sensuous woman we have always wished to be. To seek the truth about our lives
and our capacities, not just for orgasm (when that comes), but for whole (or
collective)-bodily intimacy, potentially a redrawing of the map. I'm that open
to the possibilities that may emanate from our encounter.
I declare to you that in my arms, no harm will come to you.
My body is as an oasis for you, a refuge from whatever torments you, and a
source of refreshment for your spirit. I'm looking forward to calibrating my
future touch to what I sense of you from this encounter.
Pastel by Kerry Smith -- Contains Information
As the Missouri legislature contemplates mandating the
teaching of creationism in public schools—the
functional equivalent of turning all the lights out in the public hospital's
emergency room and pretending it remains operational—I am waiting
and wondering, weighing my hopes and fears.
My hope (or series of hopes) is that The Democracy of Objects will be: 1) read hungrily by those with a penchant for theory and
those who wish to cultivate a taste for such a penchant; 2) pressed into ready
hands and hard drives (it's available online for free) by the scores; 3) that it
be translated as quickly and carefully
into every possible language so that its wisdom can be grappled
with and absorbed across the globe and the conversations it should
justly generate commence. And this is more faith than hope, that reading it will propel us into a specific ontological imaginary—a post-prophetic age. What
other book so boldly undertakes to demonstrate the exciting ways far flung
conceptual dots can be connected fruitfully, composing new collectives of
thought?
My fear, though, is that the very cohort who could ignite
that fire is (now that the previously
withdrawn lines of income inequality have been brought to their
attention so vividly via the Occupy Movement) 100% preoccupied with jockeying
their adult children into position to assume those few slots among the 1% not
already long ago bought and paid for. Drilling, fracking, pimping, and enslaving as long as they
can sustain the illusion that their own personal biological issue can somehow
be safeguarded. A second fear is that The Democracy of Objects is the
sensuous object intellectuals like to fuck all night long, but don't want to
publicly date. Conveniently forgetting a fundamental moral and evolutionary
law: if someone goes to the trouble of figuring out how to fuck you blind, and
then actually does it, you have to give it up to them.
Bryant enfolds his central metaphor in thrilling terms,
referring to the volcanic on eleven separate occasions, making a sublime
word/numeral poetry while “plod[ding] along in the world of the concept.” Which
flower of rhetoric erupts in his poem? I perceive a heat devil shimmering in
the air.
Hidden volcanic powers
irreducible to any of their manifestations in the world (70)
harbor a volcanic reserve in
excess of their qualities (85)
Variations volcanically locked
within substances (92),
volcanic potentialities hidden
within objects (93),
Encounter the volcanic potentials
harbored in the depths (114),
volcanic powers objects have
folded within them (169)
Discover what volcanic powers
they have hidden within themselves (185),
dark volcanic powers harbored within
(281),
the subterranean volcanic core
with which its
virtual
proper
being…is haunted
And what peculiar strange fruit does the devilish philosopher
depict in his dark prose?
Faced with decades of
content-based cultural criticism that implicitly, at least, adheres to Marx's
formula that the aim of philosophy is not to represent the word, but rather to
change it, it is peculiar that such theory doesn't seem to recognize that such
cultural critiques seem to be fairly unsuccessful in producing their desired
change. Here one would think that social and political theorists would become
aware that this absence of change suggests that perhaps meanings, signifiers,
signs, narratives, and discourses are not the entire story. (288)
