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You will possibly see a correlation with manouches; the French word for bohemians and titans. My inspiration comes from ethnic cultures of course, but also from vintage. There is a correlation with "minouche", which is an (outdated) expression meaning "hands", mostly- little hands. This refers to the “petites mains” who are helpers in haute couture ateliers.

I like to blend and play with contrasts of all kinds: tailored/deconstructed, clean/frayed and dirty, bright colors/faded, peasant/sophisticated, raw fabrics/luxury fabrics. With a background in tailoring, I have an obsession with collars and details. Can you tell? ☺

I get bored very quickly, this why I mostly do “ooak” items. It’s challenging, and I have to control my fear of the blank…

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  • Joined January 27, 2012

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wool, silk, velvet, brocade, cotton, linen, gauze, leather, lace, mohair, yarn, glass, paint

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About

About Mynoush….

You will possibly see a correlation with manouches; the French word for bohemians and titans. My inspiration comes from ethnic cultures of course, but also from vintage. There is a correlation with "minouche", which is an (outdated) expression meaning "hands", mostly- little hands. This refers to the “petites mains” who are helpers in haute couture ateliers.

I like to blend and play with contrasts of all kinds: tailored/deconstructed, clean/frayed and dirty, bright colors/faded, peasant/sophisticated, raw fabrics/luxury fabrics. With a background in tailoring, I have an obsession with collars and details. Can you tell? ☺

I get bored very quickly, this why I mostly do “ooak” items. It’s challenging, and I have to control my fear of the blank page.

***NEW! Mynoush is now a team :) I met a wonderful writter and historian and also a queen of knitting with a machine. I fell in love with her work and we decide to combine our talents to grow Mynoush! So, everything that is machine knitted is made by her, and sometimes we will mix our work together to offer very special pieces, as usual :). I still myself all crochet with my hands, and knit (but only hats).


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My background:
While my mother was working very hard, my Grandmother raised me until I went off to school. My Grandmother learned to save, recycle, and upcycle everything, long before it was ever a ‘trend’. Mother told me that each season Grandmother received a batch of used clothes from her more fortunate cousins. However, my Grandmother was a very proud lady, and while she was grateful for the ‘hand-me-downs’, she decided to take the clothes apart at the seams, then re-piece them to update them, to transform them, and to make them more fashion forward. I can remember her crocheting dolls accessories using strips of colorful plastic bread bags! Grandmother was un-knitting and re-knitting a lot, and she loved crocheting and embroidering. All of this creating and work was done in her basement. Even now, I remember the noise of her Singer scissors on the big vintage ‘first wedding’ table, scrapping away, and the sound of her antique Singer sewing machine, busily working. Always working, creating, she had an infinite supply of patience to carry out long-term projects. I grew up silently beside her (though when I did speak-up, she lovingly dubbed me the "talking machine"). Most of the time I wandered off to a secluded part of her house were nobody ever went, only to become engrossed with a needle, a thread, and a piece of scrap fabric she’d given me to ‘play’ with.

My Father’s Mother worked many different businesses, from hairdressing to fast food restaurateur, to clothing design and manufacture. Currently, her business is in her basement, working alongside her two daughters and other employees. As a child, I remember visiting her house with my Father, when upon entering, we could see the dust and debris floating up in the air from her “basement workhouse”. The stairs were completely covered with thread and fabrics parts, the pieces and debris making their own ‘carpet’. Terrible, loud noises arose from the numerous sewing machines, so near to the others it was an incredibly deafening drone of cacophony. Piles of fabrics running wall-to-wall, up and down, and everywhere the eye could see. This Grandmother took weekly trips to Montreal, selling the clothes (for kids and uniforms). As a result she was always fashionable, bringing back with her the current high fashion trends to our very small, country town. Many women in my Father’s family had a talent for
hand making and art. This talent must have skipped a generation, because I'm the only one doing something with my hands ☺

When my mother, quite unsuccessfully, tried to put me in kindergarten, the only thing I wanted to do was draw and construct things. Other children seemed boring to me, as I needed to be off, doing my own thing, creating something. My early entry to school cannot be deemed a social success. I’d lived in a bubble, cut and formed from the others, with my imagination. Following age and experience, my art projects became more and more sophisticated, and unbelievably detailed. I’d won a few art prizes. At the end of high school, I told my parents I wanted to follow my studies in Art, and they were devastated. As fate would have it, through a competition I earned a three-year scholarship to a well-reputed private school. I followed this up with history of art, and then went back and got a fashion design diploma in high fashion (re: tailoring and hand finishing). I was proud to receive a medal of award during a competition in my very first semester.

Life went on…

These days, you’ll find me hiding out in the woods, making my creations. I love my little wood house, my 100-year old trees, and the wind blowing through them. I say mine, because this is my home, and I love my home in every true sense of the word. I love the squirrels and the birds watching me trough the window while I'm working. My lovely neighbors are sheep farmers, while others have deer. Another far away neighbor has cows, and he kindly brings me his homespun maple syrup. The sky-view beyond my home is the most beautiful in the world, and the moon seems to sit down in my garden. I hope I can bring some of my serene surroundings to you, through my art, so that you too can enjoy a little piece of my mountain home, my heart, and my own twist of French-Canadian folk history along with it. My wish is to bring some poesy into my creations, and into the life of their future owners.

I just want to create, with no rules, freely. Each thing I create is an adventure. I appreciate your looking, your favorites, and am always open to creating something special, just for you.

Yours truly,
Mynoush

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