Hung up about the noose: the lost necklace.
Ok… so my thing for necklaces- some that have symbolic meaning, and some that I don’t care about. Today (as I had posted on my regular blog) I lost a necklace that I claimed to have very important meaning to me. As much as I can try to explain to people how awful I feel about the situation, I know people won’t really understand- which is fine.
It was a gift. A friend of mine and the owner of one of my favorite bars had bought me the necklace last night at a store opening (which I had wanted to write about, but this interesting turn of events had put a twist to it).
The opening was actually to the storefront of the speakeasy Elsa (inspired by the 1920’s-30’s designer and icon Elsa Schiaparelli). The space used to be the old Hanger bar… one of the more popular dive “hipster” bars in the East Vill. As a bespoke men’s suit shop selling the work of designer Jake Mueser, as well as men’s custom jewelry by Ryan Matthew (both very talented and well regarded/known in our downtown scene). Jake’s suit designs were amazing, with his lookbook modeled by Ryan McGinley boys Jake (a different Jake) and Chris. Ryan’s jewelry was very much the aesthetic that I love- skulls, feathers, and the like. He had created a custom piece for DS a while back that’s pretty much like a work of art.
At any rate, the necklace was actually a zipper pull… a silver noose (much like the one pictured above, minus the skull and crossbones…just the noose- not meant to be offensive to anyone) that I wanted to wear on a chain around my neck. It’s different- and goes somewhat with the motif of weapon necklaces that I have an affinity for. I lost it somewhere in the walk between my apartment and my event partner’s office. I switched out the thicker chain I wore it on last night with a thinner one. The clasp had somehow come undone and noose fell off. I walked up and down Bowery, retracing my steps in hopes of miraculously finding it…
I mean, to me the significance came from many different levels
- the fact that it was a gift from the owner of a bar that’s very near and dear to me (that itself being significant…and if you know me you know what place I’m talking about)
- that it was bought at the store opening for Jake and Ryan’s shop (there was something about moment and the excitement of the opening that heightened the excitement over getting the necklace)
- the shop being the storefront for Elsa which used to be Hanger
- the fact that Ryan’s jewelry is custom made/one of a kind/unique
It was also symbol of the scene-the people and the talent that surround me- and the life that I currently live. And though I know it means nothing to any of you… it means something to me. I feel like it’s irreplaceable…and even if Ryan had made more and I buy another one, it just wouldn’t be the same. I didn’t even have it for a day. *sigh*
I know. Shit happens and it could be worse. But this is my outlet, and I just needed to get that out. The end.
(image via thrillist.com)
