A few months ago I got very into the shredded shirt trend. I do love the look of something slightly deconstructed, but the draw for me was more the process and ceremony. I would carry my rags and threads around like knitting. At night I’d sit cross-legged on the couch, elbows resting on butterfly knees, fabric draped before my eyes, running my fingers swiftly through strings like a crazed spider mistress un-weaving a web, hours at a time. In a very short period, I produced a closet full of half shredded and cobwebbed shirts. As a matter of pride I held strictly to DIY shredding – nothing purchased that way.
I think I found the exception: the Raquel Allegra Cocoon Tie Dye Top, available at Assembly New York.
I instantly fell for the palette of bleached cream and dove grey and the way the shredding makes the pattern dip and droop. The whole thing has the feel of a street urchin gone couture. I’d wear it with jangling gypsy jewelry, in the summer with sandals tied in overlapping straps of leather, a slip underneath and feathers in my hair; in the winter waffle-knit leggings, big bathrobe sweaters and fingerless driving gloves revealing chipped manicures (I’m picturing Essie Chinchilly, matte).
This penniless urchin can only dream of $715 distressed tee. Maybe I’ll take a bleach bottle to my next creations.