ZINA CAVA/// VENA CAVA

My friend Sophie does the line Vena Cava.
She asked me to make a page for her zine for fashion week.
The theme was 'self help'.
I present the Karate march.

MI CASA

APARTMENT THERAPY featured my house today.

Check out the article... HERE

9-11-2001

I can remember waking up late that day.  I had a hangover.  A bunch of us had been out very late the night before at the Marc Jacobs after party.  I just can picture Perry Ferril and Roseanna Arquette spinning records.   I had a few runway shows later in the afternoon on the 11th.  I had the times and addresses saved in my voicemail on my cell.  I called to check, but the network was not working.  I brushed my teeth, and called my agent at Ford to get my call times.  She answered. 

Me//  Hey it's Jesse Kamm.

Her//  What is it?

Me// Oh, well, my phone isn't working for some reason.  I need my call times for today.

Her//  What do you mean everything is cancelled!!! We are under attack.  Click

I sat there groggy  trying to piece together what she had said.  I looked at my friend Mickey.  He was like, what?  I remember opening the curtains and smoke was filling the street.  I can remember we were just sitting there in silence.  We were confused.  We were suddenly scared.  We went onto the front stoop of the building, and there were 5 dudes standing there yelling about something.  "What's going on?" I asked.  They told us that the planes had hit the towers.      

We started crying.  We roamed the streets lost and confused.  Four days later we rented a car and drove across the country back to LA.  I have lived here ever since.  These photos are from the weeks before, and the days after.

JK SS2012

Fashion week begins. 

I present my new collection, SAIL.

 VIEW JK SS2012 LOOKBOOK

Hilary Walsh is photographed by Jeana Sohn.

JKB

The bean started preschool today.  My emotions are in tangles.  I think I am going to puke. 

FOR BUYERS ONLY

New York City, here we come.  Get ready for a little California sunshine.

THURSDAY NIGHT

My girl Sammy Shelton crooned in my ear at the Spare Room, while I threw strikes on the lanes... well, I threw one strike.   Man that girl can sing!  Check her out...