Sometimes Most of the time I have this wardrobe fantasy of owning nothing but edgy, monochromatic art clothes worn with minimalist sculptural jewelry. Pieces lighter on hanger-appeal, heavier on attitude required to truly pull them off.
My closet is a pretty far-cry from that point (too many loud prints and vintage jewelry), but I love the raw, unique nature of these one-of-a-kind unisex shirts by artist/designer/jeweler Amy Glenn.
The shirts kind of walk the line between the cerebral and, hmm, the everything-else approach to fashion? I mean one could work equally well layered over this, as worn with these, no? Either way the end effect is still pretty bad-ass.
The silhouettes are basic but the work that’s gone into them makes me think of hand-wringing, that they’ve been burned, thrown, sun-bleached, ash-smeared, dragged through the dirt, scattered with stars, tie-dyed with fuzzy landscapes, and left to drift in the ocean. So beautiful.
View more of Amy Glenn’s A147G line here.