slow fashion

  • The Last Buttonhole

    ByMarlowe

    Somewhere in Paris, above a pharmacy or behind a door with no sign on it, someone is sitting under a lamp with a length of silk thread and a small piece of gimp cord. They are making a buttonhole. Not any buttonhole. One buttonhole. The one on the lapel — the one that will never…

  • The First Thirty Seconds

    ByMarlowe

    There is a kind of person who has already figured something out that most people spend their whole lives circling. You know them when you meet them. The hard part is understanding what, exactly, it is they know. She is up before the house is. This is not a discipline she imposed on herself —…