When the crates finally shipped, there was no question who the first recipient would be - the long, one block journey was well worth it.
Nicole is kicked to see her latest "look" and waves us over for a tour of the office. The space is an explosion of color and activity - seamstresses, fit models, yards of fabric, sewing machines. . . it's all happening right here. A model floats in an ethereal, floor-length number and we wait as Nicole instructs, "Maybe pull up the hem here. But leave this open here. . ." she trails off and gesticulates how the fabric should rise and fall. It's as natural as a wave breaking, and as beautiful to watch. It's incomparable - the enjoyment of watching someone who loves what they do. . . just do. So it's still really her - not just a name and a label, but the product of a designer at work, creating pieces for the joy and appreciation of creation. In her office shelves rise from floor to ceiling, showcasing a lifetime of books, sources of inspiration, records, and countless photos and cards from fans, loved ones, and most notably her son, Palmer, who shares his mother's brilliant red hair and easy smile.
|A little black dress or casual sportwear. . .Nicole Miller is timeless|
Recruiting for the fashion and retail world has a revived vigor; no email, text, or phone call can replace the shared experience of a personal greeting. We leave Nicole's office with the designer's signature fragrance - just the right hit of floral and warmth - apple cider style - and look forward to the upcoming weeks of holiday cheer, and a smooth glass of red.