A commission for Interior Designer, Andrew Flesher’s New York apartment, this work spans 112” wide by 18” high. Inspired by a window display at a men’s shirt shop each shirt label features a line from a poem created in collaboration with Zac Stafford. Materials include shredded paper, pattern paper and vintage textiles.
One
by Zac Stafford
If
What you wear says
What you can’t
And
What you see is
What you get,
Or,
A picture is worth
1,000 words—
Then
By rights it stands
To reason,
That
We should extirpate,
All the brittle words;
Not
By their foliage alone
But by their dirty brittle roots—
And
Why stop there?
Gather all your gabardine,
Your saddle stitched
Un-dyed wool,
Those
Teeming heaped piles
Of unwashed blues
By which
We will build a bonfire
Of vainglorious proportions
Stripped of all artifice
Painted by the blaze,
We waltz our dirty faces skyward
Ignorant of our sweet imperfections