digital print fashion.

This week we opened our new show, Digital Print Fashion. If anyone lives near or is passing by the Phoenix area any time from now until July, you HAVE to come see it. If you know anything or can appreciate anything about color, design, fabric, fashion, or even a single name in fashion, you can appreciate it. It's beautiful. Anyway, here is a brief summary of a very, very busy and stressful week.

Edited text, hunted down photos, took objects for a photoshoot, collaborated with graphic designer, and set up layout in the gallery for the preparators to complete the timeline for the wall of the gallery. Exhibit A:

Timeline of major printing processes throughout history - my pet project for this exhibit. It made me feel pretty important.

Close up sample of the copper plate printing process - text, process image, and sample of a printed textile from our collection. these gloves are divine.

Built up and dressed mannequins, handling all sorts of gorgeous dresses by Alexander McQueen, Basso and Brooke, Mary Katrantzou,  Rodarte, Monique Lhuillier, the dress Carrie Underwood wore for the Country Music Awards and more. FYI, I saw a price tag on one of these dresses for $11,220. Normal. Also, you should understand the beauty of handling designer fabrics and inspecting the construction of designer garments. To. Die. For. One of our Rodarte's? One of four. In the world. And I touched it.

The aforementioned Monique Lhuillier from the Spring 2013 RTW collection. If it doesn't amaze you in the picture, you should see it in person. It's divine. Also, I'm too lazy to hunt down more pictures, but you should definitely Google Mary Katrantzou's 2010 and 2011 collections. She's genius. Obsessed.

Mounted this astounding piece of fabric to be hung in the gallery. This shows an example of a print engineered and printed specifically for a garment by Jeremy Scott. This is one of our few pieces that was printed in the US (most high-end printing is still done in London or Italy) by a firm called First2Print. The director of first to print, Dani Locostra, flew out for our opening. I got to meet with her and put together her powerpoint presentation.

This took me all day to mount. I was so proud. Scroll down to check out the dress that comes from this pattern.

Helped with installation of mannequins and placards, including all sorts of last minute touch-ups.

During install. Genie lift.

AND at the end of the day made an appearance at the opening event and lecture with my fellow intern to pass out some super cool buttons to all of our outstanding patrons and donors who were dressed to the nines for our soiree of drinks and bite-sized pastries to celebrate.

Me and Miranda, Dennita's other intern, at the opening event, handing out buttons and wristbands. The buttons were definitely more popular - my idea. Not bragging. Casey, Dennita's assistant, is in the background.

Shot of the runway - Alexander McQueens in the front of course.

Crowded gallery with people oohing and aahing over our exquisite exhibit. Note the "jukebox" dress by Jeremy Scott, whose pattern I mounted for display on the wall behind.

AND THEN, after five 10-11 hour days on my feet, and an evening in heels, I forced myself to get up at 6:30 this morning to head to the finish line of the Phoenix Marathon to offer my volunteer services. I got stationed away from the action at the "Fun Zone" by all the inflatables to babysit the small children and make sure they didn't hurt each other. Those of you who know me well may sense the irony in this.

But I did get to watch some people cross the finish line and let me just say, if you ever have the chance to go watch the finish line of a marathon or a half, DO IT. It's inspiring. Better yet? Stay an hour or more after the majority of the runners get in. It's even more inspiring. The person who crosses at 7 hours, 12 minutes is every bit as much of a champion as the person who crosses at 2 hours, 35 minutes. And everyone gets cheered on through the home stretch.

Major kudos to my friend Sara Shill who ran her first marathon this morning. Wish we'd gotten a pic together - how did I miss that photo opp? Actually, I only got one lame photo of me behind the finish line after all the action was over. You know, to prove I was there. By the way, it was 80 degrees today. Take that Utah.

Rockin' the pedal pushers. You wish you were me and my sunburned nose.

And now, after a brief summary of my very, very busy and stressful week, I might actually get some sleep. I hope you few readers feel oh so privileged that I put you first. ;) Guess who gets to go home to visit in a week?!