Story and Interview by Miwa Sakamoto
I was born in Tucson, Arizona and grew up in Phoenix. I love the desert and it is a huge part of me, but I always knew I would have to leave it. I moved to LA after college to do I don’t know what. I just knew that there were opportunities for young creative people that didn’t exist in my hometown. I moved to Venice when I moved in with John – I love that it is a little neighborhood in a massive city. It’s where we’ve had our kids, and grown up ourselves. Venice is home.
I find beauty in realness, flaws, fragility, laughter, kindness. Beauty in the classic sense doesn’t interest me.
Perfection is tiring and less interesting so the flaws are what draw you in – flaws are relatable and show you that someone’s hands were on it. I love vintage because of its history and its flaws. At some point fashion became tiresome to me – it lacked originality, and felt like it was more about consumerism. Vintage clothes have a story to tell. Fabrics that have been washed and line-dried for decades cannot be reproduced. Vintage is sustainable. The list goes on and on. At the end of the day, vintage somehow became a way for me to express myself.
In terms of clothing, I think past generations took care of their clothes because they had to. Clothes weren’t disposable like they are now, so garments were mended and passed down. It’s an art that I try to keep alive. In a grander sense, past generations had the benefit of growing up without the distraction of technology – I hate my goddamn phone for its pull on me. Technology takes you out of the present moment… it can be good for daydreaming, but ultimately its a distraction from real life.
The most surprising thing about technically being a grown up is you still feel the same as you did as a kid. Its a nice and disappointing at the same time.
If you work really hard, you can do what you want.
I think we are really similar, but I am more stubborn, and she is more mellow. My little one is very much like me.
Late afternoon when the sun is at its hottest. Everything feels still for a moment!
I have to pick the 60’s and 70’s. Social Movements plus insane clothes.
My relationship with the desert is one that is closely connected to my childhood. It is just where I feel completely content. I love that the heat slows everything down. I think that is what I miss the most about it. It’s ironic because the heat is what I used to hate the most growing up.
Maybe its self-acceptance. I think as women, we grown up with a notion of what it is to be ‘beautiful,’ its so specific and its held with such reverence. There is so much mental energy washed on a woman’s self-analysis of being beautiful. Women could take over the world if they were freed from that societal ideal. Once you stop wasting your energy on something that is really arbitrary and superficial, you’re free.
There is no strategy – just find the gems and leave the rest. I don’t try to guess what customers will like. I let my own opinion lead the way. But I love the vintage hunt, it is my favorite part of my job. Every time I find something I like for the shop, it is like a little spark goes off inside. I love watching customers find pieces that they love, and giving them another life. I love the life cycle of vintage. Some of our pieces are 100 years old – I wonder who used to wear them and if they ever imagined girls would be wearing their clothes 100 years later. It’s a lovely process that I promise you will never feel with mass-produced clothes.
I pick up a book.
Being selfish just isn’t an option when you have young kids. I’m inspired to do what makes me happy because that’s an example I want to set for them. But it’s always balanced with spending time with them, doing nothing in particular and being present.
That even when you are asleep or sick or an old lady – you’re still a mother first.
I always remind myself to let them be them. I want to steer them into making good decisions, but they are not me. And I like that they are they’re own people, its interesting to watch them grow into themselves and I try to be a witness who doesn’t intervene too much.
Summer for its long days.
Kindness, humor, realness.