“I daydream, looking out of the window. I look down at NYC’s Garment District. And I think of my grandmother, the quiet maker. How hard she worked as a widow raising and educating my mother, in turn gifting me the freedom to choose my own path.”
The year is 1973 and Arshagouhi – fondly known as ‘Arshie’, our namesake – sits at her sewing machine. The year is now and her granddaughter, Nayirie, is frustrated by modern womenswear, by the lack of practical pockets in her clothing. Fueled by the challenge of dashing from desk to conference room, café to gym class without her hands full. She shares her thoughts and her mother, Arpi, leads her to a suitcase from the 70s, revealing within a blazer – with pockets.
The blazer made by Arshie, worn by her daughters, and passed down to her granddaughter. The blazer recreated for you.