About Us
How it all started...
I was shopping at one of my favourite places in the world ‘Les Puces’ - Marché aux Puces de Paris - one of the oldest, continuously operating flea markets in the world. For us Canadians, think basically a museum, where a lot of the treasures of display are older than our country itself, and for SALE. It’s a treasure hunt for a history-loving thrifter like me, and a must-stop each time I visit Paris.
On my last visit I stumbled across a booth with treasures galore - jewelry, hats, vanity sets, and a small box filled with glass eyes. No, not decorative, real glass eyes. I was speaking to the shopkeeper who said they came from a closing sale at an oddity shop, and were all really used, in the late 1800s. They were beautiful, unique, and a bit out of my ‘glass eyes’ budget for the day. So I left it.
But there was one. It seemed to speak to me. It was almost the colour of my eyes. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not on the metro ride back to our rented loft, not that night over dinner, not lying in bed that night.
It was more than a glass eye. It was what it represented.
The reason I thrift, the reason I adore my days at ‘Les Puces’ is really my sense of needing to preserve. There used to exist expert makers, craftspeople, who carried their trade through generations, who mastered their craft - be it embroidery, or ironwork, or glass eyes. In the pre-industrial (and pre-fast fashion!) world when we took pride in what we made, and we made it with our hands. With purpose.
I could not stop thinking about the artist who made glass eyes. Perhaps someone who traveled through cities and towns, or had a specialty shop, and who changed lives through their art by giving someone their appearance back. Until a machine was created to use synthetic materials to create it faster and cheaper.
And I mourned for this lost art. And all lost art. And I had to have it. So I went back, made a deal and have held it close since.
It started with a glass eye. That eye (which I’m having made into a ring so it is with me always), caused a spark. I want to make new things from lost art. And KIMONOIR was born.