October 29, 2007
Going through my Lifetime List of Crushes, certain names stand out. Davy Jones, Bobby Sherman, Maybe Donny Osmond For 5 Minutes (Hey I Was 13), John Denver, Jackson Browne, Elvis Costello, Kenneth Branagh, Bill Clinton….(The path was not always upward, but it was always exciting.) Only rarely have I been granted the opportunity to approach The Adored One Du Jour, to say something stupid that I will forever regret at a moment I will always cherish. Quel thrill.
On Thursday, I am hoping to get the chance to meet one of my most enduring hot pashes. Kaffe Fassett. Yes. Oh yes!
Here is my (understated and dignified) personal shrine to Kaffe. (Who can look at Sir Thomas More’s crimson sleeves without thinking of Kaffe? I know I can’t.) While I adore Kaffe, I realize that he is just a man. He puts on his 32-color cardigans one arm at a time. I know that.
Everyone is invited to New York to hear Kaffe speak this coming Thursday evening, November 1, at 6 p.m. at the Fashion Institute of Technology’s Haft Auditorium at 7th Avenue and 27th Street. Admission is free, no reservations required (although you might want to come a little before 6 to get unobstructed views of Kaffe). You don’t have to wear a Kaffe sweater, or even wave a Kaffe swatch. Just be there! If you see me, say hi. If I am unable to respond immediately due to my heightened emotional state, please understand.
P.S. Kaffe Sez:
a. “Get your colour on!”
b. “Take me to your leader.”
c. “Never have your picture taken unless you are standing in front of something as pretty as you are.”
d. “This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius.”
e. “Oh behave!”