Splendid Giveaway: JW Anderson x Patrick Carroll “Painted Birds” Sweatshirt, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:07am
UPDATE: Wendy has won the “art sweatshirt,” and will wear it in Seattle:). Thank you all so much for participating. I hadn’t even considered how wonderful it would be to read the quoted lines of poetry, and have your congratulations for Patrick too. My best to every one of you.
In thanks for your support, and your time spent here that might on occasions require something more like tolerance, I am offering one of our regular readers a chance at this “sweatshirt.” Quotation marks because I doubt sweat is the use case, given the provenance, i.e. a collaboration between JW Anderson, and the artist, Patrick Carroll.
Don’t you love the way the asymmetry of the traditional “X” below the neckline?
Details of giveaway:
- You must have commented on a previous post here, with a consistent email address or moniker so I can confirm you’re not, well, taking advantage. And my apologies, but given the current complexities of international trade, this is open only to readers in the USA or the UK, as I will have it sent to you directly from the JWA site.
- Comment below with a line you like from either Blake or Chaucer. You don’t have to actually like it, pretending-in this situation-is allowed.
- Entries will close at 7pm Sunday night Pacific Time, I will use a random number generator to pick a winner, edit this post to include the name of the winner (can be the alias you use for commenting) and email that winner to notify him/her.
- I will ask you in the email if you would like the brown Blake or the blue Chaucer, for your size, and your shipping address.
- That’s it!
Available in Walnut, or Blue, with embroidered lines from William Blake, or Chaucer, it comes in men’s sizes. To illustrate, here’s the Blue, on me, evidently.
I’m wearing an XS, and could wear an XXS, if I wanted a close fit. The sleeves are long.
A close up of embroidery. Thread ends trail. Embroidered grid represents warp and weft. The artist’s name on a label.
The interior. Not a regular sweatshirt, I gotta say. Cotton with some kind of magic knit.
And yes, I know that Jonathan Anderson, also the head designer of Dior, created the as-yet-unseen dress worn by Taylor Swift at her wedding, as well as the groom’s garb. It must be understood that I’m more excited about Patrick Carroll’s participation than the celebrity connection, given that he is my own dear son.
It’s a really cool piece of clothing. Design/fashion/literary history, I mean, it’s our gig, right?
I’ll be back here Sunday night Pacific Time at 7pm to notify you all of the outcome. Have a wonderful weekend!
Perhaps needless to say, however, I receive no compensation for this post or associated sales
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