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Shit. Ok, just southeast of the beard, is that? Could it be?
Yep, that’s definitely a lady power fist motif among the torch bearing devils, sly foxes, and arcade game fellas adorning these incredible Swedish ladies’ sweaters. I know it, you know, they’re willing to stand in the mud all day to defend it:
Yeah, life looks good on their farm.
Note the dachshund in all this. Also, they seem to enjoy nice tropical vacations, where the heat don’t stop them.
Then, after very careful consideration, the ladies decided to allow men among them. All they had to do was wear awesome knits and like it. They knew how good they had it.
To enjoy seeing another powerful, unafraid of the cold Swedish lady taking control, look to Lukas Moodysson’s film Tillsammans (which in the US was called Together). This bit doesn’t have subtitles going, but former residents of Bolinas and even those unfamiliar with radical group living should be able to follow the well worn conflict happening here.
All these awesome images are from Hönsestrik – ett sätt att sticka fritt by Kirsten Hofstätter, published in 1975. Stockholm used book stores, watch out!
Today at our weekly morning lady pow-wow I was reminded of these three lovely ladies. I am overjoyed that Dolly, Emmylou and Linda managed to meet and collaborate in their lifetimes, which has allowed them to internet serenade me all-the-shop-day-long. I will also go so far as to draw a parallel to three other wonderful women whom I know to collaborate and continuously bear luscious fruits of labor that allows for me to be serenaded by Dolly, Emmy and Lindy all-the-shop-day-long.
In full celebratory mode and with my big boss lady power, I here declare July 17th, 2012 the first international
WE THREE WOMYN DAY
This day is for all the trios that be, all the goddess triangulations that makes things right and for all those illumi-naughty lady groups that meet, make and create. You know who you are.
This Tuesday, we’re delighted to get started with an ongoing crafty evening for mamas at the shop. We invite pregnant and freshly minted mamas to come sit and craft with one another from 7 to 9 pm on the first and third Tuesday of the month, so for now, that’s 4/17, 5/1, 5/15, etc…. We’ll provide the tea and gossip, you provide the projects.
Illustration by Barbara Nessim, from one of my favorite books on the subject, Birth by Caterine Milinaire, 1971.
1972, Italy, architects, all still concerned with simple clothing systems. And now, there’s a kit for that:
Vestirsi è facile, or, Dressing Is Easy, was another tantalizing clothing system made by Archizoom Associati. I have no idea why the absurd aesthetic of the earlier Nearest Habitat System gave us American Apparels on every corner, but this system, which is to me infinitely more stylish and actually adaptable, seems to be available to us now only through limited supply chains such as Miyake Plantation, Kenzo Jap, Flax (kind of), and certain more discerning purveyors of world beat trimmer garb.
Please, allow me to present that for you again:
Assumed here as a basic element is a square piece of cloth. This first logical use of the raw material eliminates waste, enabling one to operate on a geometrically defined element with which one can plan, rejecting imitative operations of any anthropometrical importance.
Indeed, it is only by abandoning traditional sartorial methods still so ubiquitous in industrial production that we shall be able to cope with and correctly utilize productive technologies and methods, drawing planning criteria directly from the nature of the productive process.
In this case the first fundamental operation is to consider the fabric and the cloth to be like a continuous ribbon of unvarying width, and not an indefinite surface from which portions are haphazardly cut out.
And so forth, and so on, published in Casabella, December 1973, and Zaaaaang.
The best news is that there is also a film for this, also called “Vestirsi è facile”. A film! But I can’t seem to manage a way to view it….And I’m having trouble finding sufficient information. This deal is so rad. I came across mention of it in a book, Italian New Wave Design, by Andrea Branzi, 1984, one I recommend. So this is a shout out–if anyone has some more information, please share it!
OK, the year is still 1971. You are now a group of Florentine architects who began with a focus on radical architecture and urban research, and you have lately taken up an interest in clothes.
Cuuuute. Despite your day to day choice of sensible tweed suits and slouchey knits for your own body coverage, your idea for others is to make a simple clothing system based on slimfitting bodystockings over which decorated overalls could be worn.
You sketch it out, see that such a system would look nice in empty corridors on your own, in pairs. It would work with bald men with bushy beards, with haired men with bushy beards. It would probably work when you cast a shadow against a wall. Or when you visit skyscrapers, when you do yoga, when you play a stringed instrument.
You think to yourself, This idea works. Let’s test it out on some handsome neighbors. Sure enough:
Ka-blam! Sans understocking.
Hot damn. This last picture is from 1972, boys and girls. Nineteen Seventy-Two. And so, the American Apparel problem was born, never to look so very fine again. Oh man, oh man.
We Aunties welcome Oliver Brooke Halsey Murch into our flock of well loved, overly-much-kissed boys.
Our dear Bronwen gave birth to Oliver on the morning of January 22nd in the same room where elder brother Arlo arrived, in the same house where Papa Mickey was born on their family farm up north. Nice start little one.
Glad you’re here Love!
Ladies and Gentlemen of my lovely community,
I, Nile Nash, am one of the three ladies that own this wonderful shop, Gravel & Gold. I am also a certified nurse midwife, a nurse practitioner of women’s health, and a registered nurse. So much of our intention with Gravel & Gold is to create community around our passions. I can’t tell you what a pleasure it is seeing mamas and babies in the shop, or getting to hold wee ones while mama tries on clothes, or recommending any book by Ina May. And Gravel & Gold, both the shop space and you as a community, have always been a support to me on my path of becoming a midwife and starting my own practice.
So, I’d like to share with you that I’ve launched a fundraising campaign to help raise money for my new practice, Mama Lion Midwifery! I’m providing home birth and well woman GYN care to the community of San Francisco. Help me raise money for supplies like a microscope, speculums, and other goodies, rent, and a pro bono home birth for one lucky family. The campaign runs until the spring equinox on March 20th, when the day and night are finally equal and the light continues to grow. Think of all the lovely witchy metaphors that abound when you DONATE to my campaign!
Tell your friends and family: http://www.indiegogo.com/Mama-Lion-Midwifery
P.S. Nilie caught all three of these beautiful babies in one week! Hazah!
Here’s a nice little Anaïs Nin starter collection. A Woman Speaks was new for me. It’s been a pleasure to read through this Major Arcana auntie’s extra-literary words and thoughts. And certainly, it’s always a pleasure to come across copies of Little Birds and Delta of Venus designed by Milton Glaser, whose book of design we celebrated yesterday.
From the top left, we have Waste of Timelessness and Other Early Stories, published by Magic Circle Press, 1977. A Woman Speaks: The Lectures, Seminars, and Interviews of Anaïs Nin, edited by Evelyn J. Hinz and published by The Swallow Press, 1975. Delta of Venus, published by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1977. Little Birds, published by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1979.
To Pack and Wear:
2 jerseys or leotards
1 pullover sweater
2 pair shoes
nightgown, robe slippers
bag with: shampoo, toothbrush and paste, Basis soap, razor, deodorant, aspirin, prescriptions, Tampax, face cream, powder, baby oil
2 legal pads and pens
This is a list which was taped inside my closet door in Hollywood during those years when I was reporting more or less steadily. The list enabled me to pack, without thinking, for any piece I was likely to do. Notice the deliberate anonymity of costume: in a skirt, a leotard, and stockings, I could pass on either side of the culture. Notice the mohair throw for trunk-line flights (i.e. no blankets) and for the motel room in which the air conditioning could not be turned off. Notice the bourbon for the same motel room. Notice the typewriter for the airport, coming home: the idea was to turn in the Hertz car, check in, find an empty bench, and start typing the day’s notes.
—Joan Didion, The White Album