I am surely not alone in my sadness, hearing of Pearl Paint closing it's legendary Canal Street flagship store. It played an important role in my years at Parsons in New York City. Without having Pearl Paint so easily accessible and so fully stocked with every conceivable art supply known to man, I would have been up a tree. Along with every other art school student and artist in New York.
Anyone who knows us, knows that we care a great deal about our packaging. Years of receiving our purchases from companies who send their products off in poly bags and carelessly thrown into boxes keeps us motivated. We figure that the entire package, not just the contents, should be given equal attention and that you will appreciate (as we do) the full presentation of opening your purchase when it arrives at your door.
Anyone who reads through our product descriptions knows that we love a good story. As with all of our fabrics, everything has a story. Everything. Being curious, forever asking questions, finding what makes things tick, a story always emerges...
From as early as grade school, I was fascinated with beautiful fabrics.
I used to tag along with my mother to fabric shops where she would find what she needed for new skirts, dresses, and blouses for herself. I was more interested in yardage to hang on the walls of my room- intermingled with my posters of The Who, The Cure and the like. A bit of an odd mix, but it all came together neatly in my head under the heading of "inspiration".