The article on Djuna Barnes came as a suction cup, leaving no choice for escape from a fascinating tour of the age of society and nuance, circa the late 19th century. It read like the works of writers, such as T.S. Elliot and James Joyce, critically acclaimed to be the fortune 500's of literary art, and close friends of the subject. Barnes, as quoted, "was the very embodiment of the glamorous bohemianism of twenties and thirties cafe society, acclaimed-and feared-by her contemporaries." Why this young woman-What about her exuded authority and reverence? She owned the eclectic vibe that others envied; but could she possibly be the victim of restlessness? The words and sketches that would become her stamp were a product of experience, emotion-and were an outlet for what boiled within. (I am guilty of speculation). Her polygamous Father was a musician and her grandmother, a women's rights advocate; It was she, Zadel Barnes, that inspired Djuna to write. A colorful professional life began for Barnes with a career in journalism and illustration. Along the way, she was influenced by the likings of Florenz Ziegfeld, CoCo Chanel, business partner, Eugene O'Neill and later love interest (and ironically, Hilter's foreign press secretary) Putzi. She is said to have been beautiful, and several times refused the "amorous attentions of foreign noblemen." She later pursued a new life in Paris, exploring art with many talented free thinkers and now household names such as Peggy Guggenheim and Edna St. Vincent Millay, and as mentioned above, T.S. Elliot and James "Jim" Joyce, who's "Ulysses," Barnes thought of most highly. She continued to express her forward thinking through written word after returning to America, where she lived a quiet life in her Greenwich village apartment. "She died in 1982, the last of her visionary generation."

The above information came from an article in Vogue and between its lines, lies my love for production. The industry is more than fabric and design. It is a culmination of decades' worth of stories told by people through art and documentation and word of mouth. The world in which they lived meets the world that we know today and serves as a canvas, an open field for discussion and inspiration. I can not understand a garment, unless I know its history and its future. It is more than a pattern sewn for purchase. It is the centerpiece of lifestyle; In it, are threads of thousands of moments, fused together by pain, success, memory, and hope. Those threads become the visible structure of an abstract dream. I am enthralled by the beauty of experience, and the product that experience creates. I love the way that everything and everyone intersects. See how a small child unknowingly demonstrates his future as an architect through building an oreo structure, or the way an officer directing traffic might be viewed as the maestro directing a beautiful orchestra. We are all different, but we compliment each other with charm and taste, as french fries to a frosty.

Today, my muse is Ms. Barnes- for her poetic dance through 90 years of learning alongside the namesakes of our nations most favored museums, publications, and theater performances.