We Make. We Do.

In Italian, the word fashion comes from the verb “facere”: to make, to do. We all participate in this action, one way or another. Interestingly, but not surprisingly, the clothing on our backs is closely knitted to what we make of ourselves, and what we do day to day.

For designers, they are the makers. And for just about everyone else, aside from the nudist colonies out there, we are the do-ers.

It's this collective participation of something simple, wearing cloths, that makes me feel connected to the world, to the far distant people, to the person driving next to me on the 405.

I believe in fashion-- that clothes compliment and complement the personality and point of view of a person. Just like all art forms, style releases a certain subconscious within the artist (the maker or the do-er of clothes).

I can’t speak for everyone, but like many, I have an ardent dedication to staying true to myself through any sort of expression. How I live, how I present myself with style, can be a reflection of what’s beyond the flesh, what’s beyond clothes, to the immeasurable and stunning soul of a person.

Despite my zealous devotion to the written word, sometimes the life inside me just isn't satisfied with the parameters of language. The dynamic fauve, which is undaunted and fierce personality, needs something beyond the cerebral construct of language to express itself.

We search for something that both communicates our thoughts, and concurrently, let's us channel ( or should I say, Chanel?) feelings through the sensation of material. Fashion has dual citizenship. We wear clothes for the basic necessity of shelter, and on another level, we wear clothes for the basic necessity to express.

In shape and color, in movement, and texture, we go beyond the trenches of utilitarianism to the aesthetic, where emotion is unleashed. With these syllables of fabric and design, we live in what we wear. And what's more important than to celebrate life, to honor and surrender to the beauty that is the human form.

But beyond expression, clothing is a conversation. From the dawn of time, in our Saber-tooth tiger skins, to even today's little black dress-- both the loin-cloth and the LBD slung off the shoulder. How interesting that design prevails, evolves, and revolutionizes. It's this dialogue with the physical remnants of the past, the ideas of the past, that help us create what we wear now.

The act of choosing an outfit can seem mundane. But, in our choices we express taste, what makes us feel confident, and how we see ourselves. An ensemble can go from an investment that mirrors our inward desires to something that projects those desires onto others. As one walks out the door, fashion becomes a public act, because the people you pass on the street share the experience of what you are wearing

Living in this unique art, adorning our bodies with what we make, we are tied together through these collective tribes of fashion. We put together a new alphabet in our textiles, and a dialogue beyond words exists in our reality. A part of a community, or culture, we are connected and unified, like the fibers on our backs.

Cloth weaves us into sensation.

The quiet peeps of a gossamer petticoat underneath the sheath of a Vera Wang gown unveil elegance.

The sharp directions of a military jacket follow the confidence for a demonstrative command.

And the classic blue jean and white-T, speaks simplicity and honesty.

Whatever you zip, belt, or buckle, make a statement.