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Made from lightweight cashmere. They are unisex, and designed according to men's sizing. For those who want a less oversized fit we recommend sizing down. Designed by Adrian's dad, Kenny.
ADRIAN CASHMERE AND ME — BY KENNY SCHACHTER
Bridget Riley (b. 1931) is a British artist who makes trippy, optically patterned paintings and is still at it at the spry age of 95! In 2025, I wanted to erect a gate in front of my house and did so by digitally manipulating one of her legendary 1960s-era patterned works and having it fabricated in steel. I thought it looked great and so did others who live on my street.
I never bothered to ask anyone (surprise, surprise)—like the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission, the city agency with jurisdiction over such structures—assuming my hodgepodge of a house was of no architectural interest to anyone, including me, and certainly of no concern to the commission, either. In the back of my mind, I always had a Plan B: turning the panels into wall reliefs should I be forced to remove the gate.
Whether the city itself took issue with my self-directed neighborhood beautification initiative or was tipped off by the busybody on my street (every village, town and city seems to have one)—who seems to know everyone’s business—I will never know. But I certainly suspect it was him. Regardless, I received a notice from the agency requiring me to make two public presentations, including a slideshow, defending my poor little gate, and to “have my team video” my performance for submission to the city at a later date.
The trouble, for starters, is that as an artist, writer and lecturer, I am my team! If I failed to convince the powers-that-be of the merits of my metalwork, I faced a hefty fine or the prospect of disassembling the gate (which was cemented into the sidewalk) and removing it. After undergoing awful disc surgery around the same time I was scheduled to sing and dance for the city, I couldn’t be bothered and instead cut the lovely (in my mind, anyway) architectural folly into fragments.
Before hanging the disassembled fragments inside my house and later exhibiting them alongside the canvases, I decided to use the panels as stencils to make multicolored, spray-painted paintings. The thing is, I am a digital and conceptual artist who takes ideas and translates them into sculptural objects, photographs—or, in my last show, robotically rendered paintings. Don’t ask.
My wife, Ilona, and kids Adrian, Sage and Gabriel all have a technical facility for making stuff that I simply don’t possess. Much as I’d like to. Though I teach and lecture at universities internationally, regularly publish books and articles, and exhibit my art in galleries and museums worldwide, I have never taken an art class (or learned to draw) in my life. By sheer determination, tenacity and passion, I cobbled together my art career from scratch.
When I finally came up with the idea of transforming my gate into crafty paintings I could actually make with my own hands, I excitedly showed the results to my family. I thought they were quite beautiful. Finally. And they all seemed to agree—unless they were humoring me. I’d rather not know.
When I showed the paintings to my German dealer ahead of my next exhibition, he declared them the worst paintings he'd ever seen and advised me never to paint again. Or draw, for that matter. A tear actually welled up in my eye. Really!
Not one to take no for an answer, I brushed off the rejection, picked myself up by my bootstraps and decided to display the paintings in my New York gallery. The review the show received in Cultured magazine was so brutal—I will spare you the details—that it made my German gallerist’s complaints seem complimentary. Who knew making art could be so joyful?
The article concluded that my stripey paintings were the least terrible things in the show but would be better served as t-shirts at Urban Outfitters. After spending decades carving out a (relatively) successful career in the snooty, exclusionary, unforgiving art world and not being one to give up, I phoned up Adrian and asked for some reverse nepotism.
I would like to take this occasion to thank you, Adrian, for helping transform my lemonade into cashmere. xx
www.KennySchachter.art
MATERIALS:
- 100% Cashmere
- To preserve original shape, keep folded rather than hung, since hanging cashmere disrupts the silhouette
- Store in a cool, dry place with a cedar block or natural moth repellent
- Pilling is normal for cashmere, especially where it rubs against things like handbags or jewelry, so treat it gently with a cashmere comb
CARE:
- Wash only when necessary
- Hand wash in cold water with a cashmere specific soap, and avoid harsh detergents and bleach
- Remove excess water by rolling in a towel instead of twisting
- Lay flat to dry in the shade, away from direct sunlight, and skip the tumble dryer
- If needed, iron on low heat or steam gently to release wrinkles and reshape while slightly damp
- If dry cleaning, choose an eco friendly or cashmere specialist cleaner, and avoid high heat, starch, and harsh chemicals
MEASUREMENTS:
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XS Body Length: 62cm, Chest: 47cm, Sleeve Length: 63cm
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S Body Length: 64cm, Chest: 51cm, Sleeve Length: 65cm
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M Body Length: 66cm, Chest: 55cm, Sleeve Length: 67cm
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L Body Length: 68cm, Chest: 59cm, Sleeve Length: 68.5cm
