Some costumes are custom-built, as ballet costumes usually are, but more seem rescued from thrift stores. I can just picture the shy fifties debutante who first wore this strapless peach floral confection with rows and rows of tulle and satin ribbon, then how it languished in her closet for years before she gave it away -- giving away with it the memory of her first kiss? Stained as it is, I think this dress is happy here -- as all these clothes are happy, glowing with use. Tatty, ratty, faded or frayed, it all pleads wear me, become.



Photos by Parker Michels-Boyce
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