B. Tang, Trunkt
20.Apr.2005, 11:09 pmI’ve been a terribly boorish new New Yorker, especially considering I practically live on Museum Row. I’ve but strolled by the Guggenheim, glanced at the Gates, and only visited the Met to take an outta-town friend to that Wild fashion exhibit.
And I cake on eyeliner, never tan, and have dark bed head hair — I’m far too faux boho to not to be forever cooing in fine arts galleries.
It’s unforgivable, really.
So to amend for my sin, I’ve taken to worshipping B-Tang’s wearable sculpture. Handcrafted with designer Beverly Tang’s art world pedigree, the jewelry line parallels her past do-not-touch museum sculptures of light. Both her fine art and costume art play with organic shapes, celebrating ambiguous figures intent on gaining viewers’ interaction. Only with B-Tang’s rings and things, instead of wrapping conversations of “Why”s around the pieces, you can sticky your paws all over them, and wind a necklace around your wrist, or wear a ring a few different ways.
“There’s more than one path of life, more than one way of doing anything,” says Beverly. “So why not more than one way of wearing jewelry?”
Fittingly, body decor like B-Tang’s extra-wide copper cuff pairs just as well with a cocktail dress for MoMA shindigs, as it does, well, with a pair of jeans and ballet flats…
And sinfully dirty hair.
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