 Ready for battle: my office/studio in its infancy When I began my business in 2005, I could never have imagined I would have the experiences, meet the people, or know some of the dirty secrets I know today. I quickly learned that like many businesses, the vintage clothing trade has less to do with clothes than it has to do with people...especially the people who inhabited the clothes.
 A rag factory in Panipat, India. Photo courtesy of Meghna Gupta and Soul Rebel Films. I already know how I’m going to die: I will be smothered by an unbalanced pile of vintage clothing and discovered by one of my cats weeks later. Turns out that thanks to the West’s appetite for fast fashion, however, this scenario (minus the cats) is a real possibility for some women in India.  Where's Don Draper when you need him? Proof it took time to choose a name. For my inaugural post, I thought it might be appropriate to explain why I chose Black Cat for my business name. Why not Mint Car (90s!), Red Wagon (30s!) or Pink Popsicle (50s Barbie Dream House!)? The truth is it took me months to choose Black Cat, and I still have the stacks of napkins, envelopes and scratch paper from business naming attempts both drunken and sober to prove it.
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The Little Black Book thoughts about life, luxury and the pursuit of vintage fashion.
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