It’s All In The Wrist-------
About a month ago, I was out on one of my top-secret ops, and the dental floss I was using to rappel out of a skyscraper gave out about 15 feet short of the sidewalk. Long story short, I fractured my right wrist. Badly. Part of life as a super-spy, I know, but given that I maintain a cover as a fashion journalist, the injury presented something of a predicament: To use the technical language, my cast was hella ugly. I mean—scrubs blue, why? I was already pondering ways I could make my gimp wrist into a cool fashion accessory when I happened to run into the stylist Lauren Goodman at a party. She, too, had fractured her right wrist! (A boating accident, she said, but I’ve long suspected that Lauren works for one of my nemesis organizations, and so I doubt that story.) Moreover, Lauren had likewise been brainstorming ideas for fabbing up her cast. Obviously, we were going to have to have a Cast Off. Obviously. This past week, both Agent Goodman and I retreated to our secret hideouts to strategize—Lauren attended by Fenton/Fallon designer Dana Lorenz, me with Nina Stotler, whose Von Kottwitz jewelry line I’ve written about for this site. Lauren’s results will have to speak for themselves—she’s off doing covert-type things in Europe now—but I have to admit, she and Dana have turned the cherry Slurpee tone of her cast to their advantage, going whole hog for color. As for Nina, she spray-painted my cast matte white, and had envisaged covering it in stripes of bolts, chain, and surgical tubing; a little Bauhaus, a little Christophe Decarnin for Balmain. It soon became clear that my cast was going to weigh a million pounds if we followed through on that design, so a double-bracelet-with-spine concept was improvised instead. Now it’s your turn: Write in with your vote for the better cast, and remember, the fate of the free world hangs in the balance.