October 11, 2010. I was trying to remember the name of the fashion designer, Patrick Kelly, and it just wouldn't come to me. It crossed my mind as I was leaving Philadelphia, where I had once bought a red button doll done as an homage to him. And then I saw this - buttons. Repeating patterns of buttons, when I had always only focused on the numbers and a way to get home, as opposed to walking the stairs. These buttons, alternately polished by our porters, or the hands of people pressing them, and then tarnished by the air and the oil from those hands.Wednesday, October 13, 2010
BUTTONS IN A ROW
October 11, 2010. I was trying to remember the name of the fashion designer, Patrick Kelly, and it just wouldn't come to me. It crossed my mind as I was leaving Philadelphia, where I had once bought a red button doll done as an homage to him. And then I saw this - buttons. Repeating patterns of buttons, when I had always only focused on the numbers and a way to get home, as opposed to walking the stairs. These buttons, alternately polished by our porters, or the hands of people pressing them, and then tarnished by the air and the oil from those hands.
