The gullibility of sophisticates in NYC never ceases to amaze me. The NY Times‘ Sunday Styles Section had a writeup about Naomi Mishkin, an artist and “budding fashion designer whose work frequently takes everyday objects and subverts them with a clever, feminist-skewed twist.” One of her pieces “took a traditional dress form and remodeled it after her own torso, complete with a slight paunch and sagging shoulders.” Gosh, it turns out my grandmother had art in her sewing room.
My favorite creations by Ms Miskin are a scarf made of fabric that looks like a cutting mat, and a white cotton shirt with an iron burn scorched on its front. That’s right, the shirt, called Bad Wife Shirt, is scorched with a vintage British iron. The limited edition shirt can be yours for a mere $180. That’s wrong on so many levels, starting with Bad Wife.
The Snarky Quilter 
Why couldn’t that shirt be called “Clueless Husband” shirt?!
I guess that wouldn’t be post-feminist enough. But then, I’m no longer 20 something.
Same kind of folks who hailed R Mutt’s fountain as great art, no doubt!
No wonder art gets such a bad rap with many folks who wouldn’t dream of entering an art museum.
I’m waiting to see the long sleeve silk blouse that was “felted” when my husband put it in the washing machine. I’m quite willing to share credit with him. 🤩
It might be best used in a quilt. After all, it’s already been washed.
Hmm. I might even use the green scarf, but the burnt-shirt-as-art? That will not stand the test of time.
Ah, but it’s all about the moment, apparently.
Who knew I was being artistic all those years ago?!? Not that I burned shirts ironing them. Permanent press came along at a good time. Then again, I didn’t have the antique British iron which must have made the difference between haphazard and artistic! Thanks for the morning eye-roll!!
You’re welcome. Yes, you’d need the right bespoke iron.