Photo Shoot

While the 1955 Christian Dior dress

has been made available, 

1955 Christian Dior dress

1955 Christian Dior dress

we have begun photographing 

a collection of a lifetime.

A woman, whose passion for preserving fashion 

was evident

from the first moment we spoke,

was parting with her lifetime collection;

and with excitement we took it on.

These are a few glimpses of what we have photographed so far...

1940's beaded sweater

1940's beaded sweater

Many more beautiful pieces are being photographed this week.

1955 Christian Dior beading details

1955 Christian Dior beading details

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Recently I was asked

what was on my list of ultimate fashion finds.

And recently I found one:

Vintage haute couture Christian Dior.


In the Spring of 1955, Christian Dior launched his collection -

the king of couture, ever passionate for gardens and blooms -

and this was one of his designs.

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The Spring line was named the "A line,"

“'The most wanted silhouette in Paris,' Vogue calls it, 

proclaiming 'the prettiest triangle since Pythagoras.'"

Narrow bodices, shockingly low necklines, skirts that widened from the hip.

From the front, this 1955 design bears resemblance to earlier years' designs,

while the back reveals Dior's "A" with its lovely fishtail hem.

Iridescent silk 

Understated elegance

At once structured and utterly feminine.

Tiny hand stitches

Finish the edges

Weave a flower story on the topside.

Shell paillettes in the shape of flowers

Prong-set crystals

Pearl & bugle beads - 

All paint the dress in falling petals and blooms.

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Custom-made for the wife of a Shell Oil executive,

Sewn and beaded by hand,

Hundreds of hours of artistry

From the Paris atelier.

A Small Beginning

37 years ago, my brother and I were the first set of twin boys born at Curry General Hospital in the stormy Oregon coast town of Gold Beach.

Sunset on the southern Oregon coast

Sunset on the southern Oregon coast

Cape San Sebastian Point

Cape San Sebastian Point

As the story goes, my parents were married on the glorious cliffs of San Sebastian Point. They made their home in a small house on Hunter Creek away from the hustle and bustle of town life. During my mother's pregnancy, she would walk the few miles to town for her check-ups, not knowing there were two lives growing inside of her. During their initial discovery of a baby's heartbeat, my brother and I were lying on top of one another, so only one heartbeat was detected. It wasn't until she was quite far along in her pregnancy that there were discovered two babies tucked away.

After some minor complications, she was ordered to bed more miles of walking. Her doctor and friend told her to especially avoid the the action of sweeping to keep labor at bay. However, one day as she lay in bed "resting," she stared at the floor with its dust and dirt and couldn't handle it any more - - she arose and swept it and appeased her need for cleanliness. Shortly after, we demanded to be born.

We were born very early and had to be rushed many miles away along the dark stormy coast to the larger town of Coos Bay, where we stayed for weeks, growing slowly and gaining our strength. It was a time of wonder, joy, unknown, a time of fear, and a time of upheaval for my parents: an adventurous detour neither asked for.  Their home, ready and waiting for these new lives to fill it with their small sounds and wide eyes, was almost 2 hours away.

The bridge over the Rogue River heading North to Coos Bay

The bridge over the Rogue River heading North to Coos Bay

Because of our tiny stature, we had to remain in incubators for weeks with human touch solely laced through plastic walls. My mother, longing to hold us, nurse us, and bond with us, had had enough. Against the advice of the hospital, my mother walked in one day and demanded her babies. She took us home and nursed us to health, filling our bellies and hearts with good things.

Mom nursing her babies

Mom nursing her babies

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37 years later I returned to celebrate my 2nd birthday in this town of my nativity.

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As I walked the beach, listening to the crashing of the waves and quiet brush of sea grass, I couldn't help but picture their brief life here...

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Full of thoughts

Full of thoughts

Young love, young life, making their way.

The unknown of labor, the spoken and unspoken joy of birth, the fear of lives so small, the hope of a future filled with good things.

I felt a connection there among the wilds of the coast.

Isaac Lee Patterson bridge

Isaac Lee Patterson bridge

37 years and now a family of my own children, a small part of the mother and the father who gave life to me, staring at this same ocean, this same creek, this same home, this same town. Family, also birthed in love, growing in adventure.

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My parents' story in Gold Beach was brief, but full. It is intriguing to explore places of history from your own story....especially those places only known by the tales told to you. As we travel these many roads this year connecting to many stories, both our own and those of others, they are riddled with the themes we are all familiar with: love, light, loss, fear, hope, adventure, joy. Like many birthdays past, this birthday brought with it a spirit of reflection of what has been and what will be. I so often miss the beauty of it all in the moment - only to see it days, weeks, or years past.  As I travel on to 38, it is my hope to embrace the now and revel in the wonder of it all. 

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