
I came across this image of Alexander McQueen’s 10th anniversary celebratory skull scarf some time ago. I think that my daughter, a fine artist, sent it to me because of its creative collaboration with Damian Hirst. I have never been a pink person, or a lover of bugs, or for that matter into skulls. But this rendition of Mcqueen’s skull pattern, formed by 30 separate insect designs culled from … Read More










When my sister and I were young, we used to scour my mother’s jewelry box, designating possession of each piece of her personal collection to be bestowed upon us after she was gone. Seems a bit coldhearted, but apparently normal behavior for little girls whose naivety prevented us from any real grasp on the proprietary meaning of such precious baubles. Our intent was merely the realm of imagination, a stealth …
Several years ago I had the opportunity to visit my daughter while she was studying textiles at The Glasgow School of Art in Scotland. Having never been there before, my pre-conceived notion led me to believe that I would spend my vacation in a rain smitten enclave while conjuring up fantasies of Brigadoon. I imagined myself in the gloaming, that grey-blue twilight just before sunrise and after sunset. I was … 
