MARFA II

The Marfa tour began on May 29.  This is part II.  Some around-the-towners.  My spring 11 collection was born here, while riding a bike and wearing a hat through the silence.  I love the washed out Texas daylight.  It was so quiet. The quite makes you thoughtful.  It made me very thoughtful.  It made me want to return.  A lot.  Like every year.  Forever. And ever.

...i know, i know, but what good is a Marfa tour with out the Prada installation.  Sue me.

MEMORIAL DAY

Pleasant as glitch!  Freedom.  Iced coffee.  Bike ride.  Dead bird.  Tree chair.  Skate park.  I will fall asleep thinking of the veteran who winked at me on the road today.  He wore a red and white cowboy hat, a handle bar mustache, and a chambray shirt.  He was driving a 1980's Cadillac, which he had decorated with red white and blue ribbons.  He was proud.  He was happy.  I thanked him for his service as I shot a wink right back at him, through his window and onto the red white and blue wreath that sat on the dash.  

MONDETTE INTERVIEW

http://mondette.com/effieandlucile/2011/05/23/portraits-fashion-designer-jesse-kamm/

why do I look so fecking serious?

MARFA I

One year ago today my dear friends Claire and Spencer were wed in Marfa Texas.  I have so many amazing memories from this trip, that I will have do a few installments on this subject matter.  Today I will focus on how simply amazing May 29, 2010 was, and how stunning Claire Ellen was in her Oscar de la Renta.  Tomorrow we can discuss art, architecture, desert vistas, gemstones, and more.

THEM

Today I had lunch with 2 designer friends who have just relocated from NYC to LA.  After we finished our meal we strolled down the block to this place I had heard about in passing a few weeks back.  The entrance was at 1317 Palmetto Street, Downtown.  Through the doors we found a little world of intrigue.  It is a shop.  It is a workspace.  It is called THEM.  It was awesome.

You should go... to THEM.

VANS

boss vans, 

primered vans, 

grey vans, 

cool vans, 

astro vans, 

jankey vans, 

hippie vans, 

travel vans, 

neighborhood vans, 

family Vans,

Cali vans!

BEST

First prize goes to my man Yarrow Earth Hock.  Best birthday packaging ever.  Created by the dude with the best name ever.  He is Ginger's dad.  He is rad.

PANTS

Yesterday was my son's 2nd Birthday.  My dad writes a song for him every time he is born, or has a birthday.  The kid does not really care for clothes.  The song is called "Pants".  Below is not a movie.  It is my jankey attempt to bring Papa Kamm's music to you, along with a snapshot of Julien having a moment of repose before the party.  I hate technology, why can't I just attach the song and the photo?  I love my dad.  I love my naked kid.  I can hear him right now. "WOW", as the sound of glass beer bottles smash into the cooler.  I guess he is ready for the after party.  He is wearing a hoodie, socks, and Vans.  No pants.  Enjoy.

BORN IN THE USA

MOTHERHOOD

Whenever I get to thinking about the struggles of caring for another, I think of this broad.  She really had her hands full, granted there were eight of them.  She lived in my bathroom.  We had a connection.

FEATHERS

Parrot, Hawk, Pheasant, Turkey, Ostrich, Peacock, Guinea Hen... Floating around my space.

THE BIRD'S NESTS

If you know me well, you know me as 'Bird'.  It is one of those names that has followed me through all chapters of my life.  There is straight up 'Bird'.  There is 'Jessebird'.  There is 'Flight Kamm' (In High shool in Illinois, Michael Jordan was at the height of pop culture).  I suppose it is because I am lanky and birdlike.  I am known for dancing like a bird, and have even entered a talent show with a tribal Bird dance.  In addition to all of that I have always been into collecting natural artifacts, and in the last few years have been arranging small sculptures of nests from found and collected objects, naturally.  Here are a few of my favorites.  Welcome to the Bird's house.


Fig. A-  A nest I found in Panama, blue stones from Costa Rica, skeleton of a humming bird who perished in my home in Panama.  The ants took his flesh and his head.  I kept his bones and feathers.

Fig. B- Kathy Kamm pinch pot, locks from Julien's first haircut, egg found in the front yard in Mt. Washington.

Fig. C- Nesting rock I found in Istanbul, driftwood, and blue stone from Costa Rica.

Fig. D- Victoria Morris vessel, beach stones from Laguna.

 

SPEAR ONE FOR BIG MOMMA

On the beach a few days back...  Rad Japanese spear fishermen bringing home the bacon (of the sea), for Momma on Mother' Day.  Sons and Daughters of the world take note, moms love this shit.

The lighting made it impossible to capture the glory of their blue/green ocean camouflage wetsuits.  They were awesome.  They worked too, because I saw that Great White totally swam right past.

SILVER AND TEAL

It was a normal sunny wednesday afternoon, a warm breeze blew through the city of Angels.  I was crusing smooth at 35 mph listening to my Creedance.   In the distance there was a handsome teal Camero waiting to turn right into my lane.  The next thing I knew, the car peeled out around the corner, and started barreling down on my tail, it moved into the left lane, and the throaty engine roared as the blue flash passed me.  Only then did I see her, in all her granny glory...  A tiney tiny woman, with a tight silver perm, hot pink lips, and 3 stuffed cats on the dash.  She was at least 80.   All that remains is my memory and this photo.  I literally could not catch her.  

Please God, let me grow up to be that badass.  

Side Note:  I have returned to the neighborhood 2 days in a row trolling the side streets looking for the car.  She is gone.  I thought she would have made a great Jesse Kamm  model.

TIDY CLEATS

DAY 2 IN THE COUNTY OF ORANGES.  I AM MAD FOR THESE HANDSOME AND TIDY SPIRALS OF LINE.