1 Sep 2013
6 Sep 2012
Vacations are over. Jaunts to Sonoma, Colorado, New Mexico and New York City…fin. I have a slight glow still lingering on my skin (from New Mexico, naturally, since everybody knows New York does many things, but leaving one with glowy, dewy skin typically isn’t one of them). I suspect a few weeks under indoor florescence will ensure that any healthy glow — whatever its genesis — will soon be a memory.
I was going through some images from the recent stops in Taos and Santa Fe (in an effort to keep the vacation zen going a little bit longer) and was reminded of a store, right on the Santa Fe Plaza: Packards. The jewelry side of the house is mostly forgettable; standard issue stuff — Ippolita, John Hardy…you know, the usual suspects. But the textiles in the small space were beautifully curated.
The Navajo, I learned, are considered the foremost flatweavers in the world. This vintage collection of Navajo weavings at Packards stunned not only because of the incredible condition of the weavings, some of which were well over 100 years old, but also the utterly contemporary designs. Modern, graphic, sophisticated. Blankets, saddle blankets, rugs…all executed at an incredibly high level of craftsmanship and sensitivity to color and pattern.
Regardless of their artistic merit — or cost — the most divine thing I can think of doing with these is wrapping myself up, sitting on a deck and pretending to be asleep in the desert to keep the vacation going.