SAY HELLO TO:
LINDSEY THORNBURG
Designer Lyndsey Thornburg talks about her loves, her dreams and growing up in Aspen.
Johnny Misheff asks the questions and takes the pictures.
JOHNNY MISHEFF: Tell us about growing up in the mountains of Aspen
that is something other than a shpiel on clean air and the great outdoors.
LINDSEY THORNBURG: Lions and tigers and bears, oh my.
Earth, wind and fire. No gangs.
JM: Is there a time period you feel you would’ve made more sense in?
LT: None other than this, my friend. I mean, I really am just getting used to this life.
I’d hate to assume there could be a better fit for me.
JM: Tell me about your dreams. Are they recurring? Do they inspire you?
LT: I feel like maybe I should keep the details of the recurring ones out…
perhaps for me and a future therapist. I’m working on my waking life
in the hopes that by doing so I can make the sleeping hours less ominous.
Regardless of their content, dreams are the closest things to God in my book…
JM: Other than your business, which is doing really well and making people happy,
what brings you the most joy?
LT: Music, friends, road trips, possibilities, down bedding, avocados,
running, socking people with next-level-bad jokes, practicing positive perspectives,
love, elated behaviors and getting old while feeling young…
JM: What’s your take on digital media and the internet?
LT: I love how you can really do some solid background checks on possible love interests.
I also like seeing how people choose to represent themselves online.
As far as how it affects my business, I try not to get too involved with the internet…
everything feels contrived and accessible, we’ve wiped out the subculture — It’s all there for the taking.
I had a younger roommate once that would wake in the morning and check a fashion blog before dressing herself.
The internet has homogenized fashion. That being said, I do love the instant gratification of it all.
Someone posts something about my stuff on a blog, and it’s like all of a sudden someone
from Tasmania is calling to order a cloak. SWEET!
JM: HAHAHAHA… What does the phrase “trickle effect” mean to you?
LT: Why am I the only person in this house that buys toilet paper??
OR: Slow and steady wins the race.
JM: You speak of your cloaks as wombs. Can you describe this a little more?
LT: They really represent the oldest form of protection and comfort.
My cloaks are like cocoons that provide perfect protection from exterior elements.
For instance: winter winds, garbagio soup blizzards and even those blustery blues
brought on by an unforeseen run-in with an ex on the street.
These cloaks can actually eliminate the whole idea of any sort of walk-of-shame altogether.
No one feels self conscious in a poncho.
JM: Do you have an opinion on witchcraft?
LT: Which craft?
JM: Ok, what’s your favorite place in the whole wide world?
LT: Anywhere with my mom or friends, with wine and baaaad jokes.
JM: Take this time to speak to a hypothetical investor.
LT: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
JM: WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TEN YEARS?!?
LT: STOP YELLING AT ME!