VON KOTTWITZ JEWELRY
August 24
And finally, the results of my Wednesday night 4 hour epic craft session. Don’t forget to click the link to vote for me on Style.com by commenting!: From Style.com: About a month ago, I was out on one of my top-secret ops, and the dental floss I was using to rappel out of a skyscraper gave out about 15 feet short of the sidewalk. Long story short, I fractured my right wrist. Badly. Part of life as a super-spy, I know, but given that I maintain a cover as a fashion journalist, the injury presented something of a predicament: To use the technical language, my cast was hella ugly. I mean—scrubs blue, why? I was already pondering ways I could make my gimp wrist into a cool fashion accessory when I happened to run into the stylist Lauren Goodman at a party. She, too, had fractured her right wrist! (A boating accident, she said, but I’ve long suspected that Lauren works for one of my nemesis organizations, and so I doubt that story.) Moreover, Lauren had likewise been brainstorming ideas for fabbing up her cast. Obviously, we were going to have to have a Cast Off. Obviously. This past week, both Agent Goodman and I retreated to our secret hideouts to strategize—Lauren attended by Fenton/Fallon designer Dana Lorenz, me with Nina Stotler, whose Von Kottwitz jewelry line I’ve written about for this site. Lauren’s results will have to speak for themselves—she’s off doing covert-type things in Europe now—but I have to admit, she and Dana have turned the cherry Slurpee tone of her cast to their advantage, going whole hog for color. As for Nina, she spray-painted my cast matte white, and had envisaged covering it in stripes of bolts, chain, and surgical tubing; a little Bauhaus, a little Christophe Decarnin for Balmain. It soon became clear that my cast was going to weigh a million pounds if we followed through on that design, so a double-bracelet-with-spine concept was improvised instead. Now it’s your turn: Write in with your vote for the better cast, and remember, the fate of the free world hangs in the balance. —Maya Singer

And finally, the results of my Wednesday night 4 hour epic craft session. Don’t forget to click the link to vote for me on Style.com by commenting!:

From Style.com:

About a month ago, I was out on one of my top-secret ops, and the dental floss I was using to rappel out of a skyscraper gave out about 15 feet short of the sidewalk. Long story short, I fractured my right wrist. Badly. Part of life as a super-spy, I know, but given that I maintain a cover as a fashion journalist, the injury presented something of a predicament: To use the technical language, my cast was hella ugly. I mean—scrubs blue, why? I was already pondering ways I could make my gimp wrist into a cool fashion accessory when I happened to run into the stylist Lauren Goodman at a party. She, too, had fractured her right wrist! (A boating accident, she said, but I’ve long suspected that Lauren works for one of my nemesis organizations, and so I doubt that story.) Moreover, Lauren had likewise been brainstorming ideas for fabbing up her cast. Obviously, we were going to have to have a Cast Off. Obviously. This past week, both Agent Goodman and I retreated to our secret hideouts to strategize—Lauren attended by Fenton/Fallon designer Dana Lorenz, me with Nina Stotler, whose Von Kottwitz jewelry line I’ve written about for this site. Lauren’s results will have to speak for themselves—she’s off doing covert-type things in Europe now—but I have to admit, she and Dana have turned the cherry Slurpee tone of her cast to their advantage, going whole hog for color. As for Nina, she spray-painted my cast matte white, and had envisaged covering it in stripes of bolts, chain, and surgical tubing; a little Bauhaus, a little Christophe Decarnin for Balmain. It soon became clear that my cast was going to weigh a million pounds if we followed through on that design, so a double-bracelet-with-spine concept was improvised instead. Now it’s your turn: Write in with your vote for the better cast, and remember, the fate of the free world hangs in the balance.

—Maya Singer