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For twenty-five years, we’ve Uplifted the town,From A cups to K cups, we don’t let you down.UpLifting the ladies, their chests and their pride,With bras or with binders, that, they decideThe stories we’ve heard, the tales they’ve told,Of heartbreak and joy, of daring and bold.The fitting room secrets, the laughs and the cries,The hunt for a unicorn, Does it come in my size?From brides on a mission to Drag Star queens,To grannies just wanting to look seventeen.We’ve strapped them and shaped them, smoothed every line,Taught them the art of the shape and the lineBut New York’s a beast with a landlord’s grip,A squeeze tighter than a LuPone quip….The rent got too high, the margins too thin,Even our girdles can’t hold it all in.So here’s to the memories, the lace and the laughs,The lives we supported, and so many gaffs!We’re closing the doors, but don’t shed a tear—The spirit of BraTenders just may appear!So stand tall, my friends, with shoulders pulled back,Face the world boldly, with confidence stacked.For under the clothes, there’s power and poise—And a damn good bra is the proudest of joys

Share Share Lori’s Substack I’ve spent the last 45 years of my life in small rooms with naked people. As the Fairy Bra Mother of Broadway, I’ve helped thousands of humans arrange and rearrange their human skins and bits and parts, into more pleasing or acceptable (to them) shapes and sizes with the use of undergarments. My unusual skill is looking at someone’s body, and being able to tell their bra size without the use of tapes, formulas or equipment. I expertly help them shapeshift by adding pads for curves, binders to compress breasts, cinchers for hourglass waists, corsets, bloomers, girdles and garters, oh my! Over the course of my illustrious career I have had hundreds of celebrities come through my shop, BraTenders NYC, for help with costumes and their personal wardrobes. We’ve assisted thousands of brides from places like Dubai, Shanghai, or Beverly Hills, and tens of thousands of women in need of proper support, lift and shape. We’ve worked with costume designers for stage and screen, and stylists for Pop, rock and hip hop stars, as well as many drag artists, opera singers, & Alvin Ailey dancers. We have the solutions for wrangling breasts in cut out clothes and costumes on red carpets and runways. We have tights to fit 6’7 Marilyn Monhoe in her perfect skin hue for her drag act. Writing is the one thing I do better than bra tending, and it’s my passion and salvation. I’ve learned so much about who I am by journaling, Morning Pages, Evening Pages, and this is my first attempt at putting myself out there with my work. The Covid pandemic changed the world, and my business, forever. We haven’t fully recovered from the 21 month shutdown, and the demographic that the business was built to serve, Broadway, film and Television, which was 60% of our revenue, now finds it easier to point and click than to support their local brick and mortar vendor who has faithfully served them for decades. The entertainment and performing arts industry is now struggling with an unsustainable business model, and sky high ticket prices most people can’t afford. Let’s face it, 2500 bucks for 1 night out for 4 people, if you include travel, food, and tickets is an extravagance any way you look at it. And sitting in a Broadway relic of a theater is anything but a luxurious experience. The entertainment industry is going through massive upheavals that have changed the way people consume culture. I can’t remember the last time I was in a movie theater to see a really excellent grown up film, or even a theater that ran a movie that didn’t involve super heroes. From the time Sex &The City was an HBO hit, and caused women to stop wearing pantyhose and bare their skin instead, morphed into And Just Like That, New York, fashion, and the world changed forever. What was the relevance of these women now, still comfy in their privilege, whining over which multi million dollar property to buy? I lost my taste for it in the ensuing years. I do miss the business we used to get from these productions, before Amazon guaranteed same day delivery. And before they started to “borrow” items, use them in scenes or skits, and then return them, swearing they weren’t used, and they have no idea where that glitter came from. Life goes on. We live, we change, we adapt, we grow, we shed, we peel away all the layers of life that no longer serve us. Somehow we manage, one foot in front of the other, one breath at a time. Join me as I post weekly in an attempt to make sense of the world we find ourselves in, and entertain you with tales from My Life Behind Bras. I’ll also provide tips and info to help get the undergarment situation under control. and yes, it includes shapewear. Bodies change over time, which means that what we wear beneath our clothes needs to be updated, upgraded periodically as our lives and needs change. Since the pandemic, women are now insisting on more wire free options than before, comfort is the trend. We’re getting more requests for chest binders, tucking kits, and other items requested by non binary, trans, and all types of humans who want to feel more comfortable in their bodies. I’ve been helping people explore their gender and sexuality with intimate apparel for almost 50 years. We are about to embark on a new collaboration with Lola Olivia, and just like we offer bra fittings, we will be a fitting store for Lola Olivia’s binders. We’re currently working on finding a certain print for tights used in Wicked Worldwide. What was available in the hosiery world in 2002, is a far cry from the much more minimal selections available now. Emerald green and yellow diamond print, which is transfered to a specific denier of sheer to waist white opaque tight, was first produced for the show when they opened. Now they will have to buy enough to last for another 20 years, or the job can’t be done at all. What BraTenders does, did, is way beyond just fitting bras. And in a post covid world, what used to be easy, simple, is now, not. Some things are still worth doing, and some are not. I want to expend my time and effort helping people who appreciate and want that help. My job description is unusual- if you go to a social function with 250 people, how many BraTenders will you encounter? I have a very specific set of skills that have endured for 47 years. BraTenders outlived Barney’s! Who’d a thunk it? We’re in the laboratory, and everything is an experiment. Failure has been the surest road to our success. Sometimes I feel like the little choo choo train, I think I can, I think I can, and use that as a mantra to manifest, and keep going when I want

Share Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Living in the Twilight Zone Inside the Upside Down what’s real is fake what’s fake is awake or woke I cannot tell Spam or a scam or email from a friend an alert to act now tik tok, times up, me too, fake news, who’s who buy this, but wait, there’s more! TFG got shot on live TV one of their own, homegrown or did he or was he and wait, what? where am I? ain’t nothing real its all surreal inside the upside down Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Source link

The tip of the candle’s flame barely kissed the mattress, but it was enough to ignite a furious inferno that shot crackling flames across our beds and climbing up the walls. There was a notorious city wide blackout, and our family became one of its unintended victims. “Lor, come here”, Sue whisper-shouted to me from the bedroom, and as I entered the room, gasped and thought, she’s in big trouble now!  She, my sister Susan, both was blamed for most of the trouble our family suffered, and the cause of it.   Susan was defiant, and even young as she was, pushed the buttons of both parents until they reacted with anger and emotional, verbal, and sometimes physical violence. Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Panicked, unsure what to do, I was only 10, I jumped to my feet, ran into the bathroom, grabbed a small paper dixie cup, the kind we used to rinse our mouths after brushing our teeth, filled it with water, and raced back to the bedroom.  In the few seconds I’d been gone, the fire had consumed our two beds, and was on its way to devour the other two.  This cup was useless. 8 year old Sue sat on the floor, bug eyed, mouth agape, enthralled and paralyzed by the dancing flames. Butchie Boy looked sleepily between the bars of his crib, and Joy-Joy in her bed, inches separating her from the building inferno, remained still, except for the slow and steady bumping of her head against her balled up schmata, humming the Ring Ding jingle. Mom shouted from the living room,  “What’s going on in there?” “Fire, Ma, there’s a fire! Come quick!” “What are you talking about….”Her voice trailed off as she and Dad flew into the bedroom. “Christ almighty!”  Dad plucked Butch from his crib/bed with one arm, turned  and  grabbed Joy with the other, thrust them at Mom, then grabbed a coat hanging on the corner of the door, began beating the flames. “Get the hell out of here,” he shouted, picking Sue and I up by the scruffs of our necks, pushing us along, out of the blazing bedroom, “Move, move, move. Get out!” “Go pull the fire alarm on the corner” Dad shouted to Mom, or anyone. I watched his silhouette, raising and slamming the coat against the flames, a matador battling the beast. A man’s voice called,  “Fire trucks on the way”  and I could faintly hear the shrill alarm, but the fire was growing bigger, roaring now.  The heat was so intense I could feel it in the foyer, near the front door to our apartment.  Thick smoke filled the hallways and rooms, and the noise, who knew fire was so loud. Neighbors crowded around, “what’s going on? Is everything alright?” No, nothing was alright. “Daddy, Daddy,” I yelled, scared, for him, and for my Sleepy Dog, my stuffed animal companion, my security blanket, to whom I whispered all my fears,  hopes, and dreams, and without whom I could not go to sleep.  I ran toward the inferno,  “Daddy, Daddy. Sleepy….” “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! The room was a kaleidoscopic mélange of chaos, orange, red, yellow flames, crackling, black smoke billowing, the roaring, so deafeningly loud, the air so thick, and stiflingly hot. “Daddy!” please, please, please be OK.  “Daddy!” A great whoosh of fire claimed the bedroom doorway. Mom backpedaled, pushed us out of the apartment, into the hallway, out of the building, into the cold, dark November night.  We hurried around the corner, to where our windows faced the street.  Sue and I had only recently come home after our Hebrew School lessons, and wore only our slips. The little kids wore pajamas, and we stood, nearly naked, shivering, barefoot, huddled on the street corner, holding our breath, watching flames lap at the exterior brick walls, painting them black. Daddy… And then there he was!  Climbing out of the bedroom window, jumping, then limping toward us, coughing, sweaty, blistered, wearing only a t-shirt and work pants.  Firetrucks screamed their arrival, and fireman sprung into action, opening hydrants and unraveling hoses.   Someone draped scratchy wool blankets over our shoulders. We watched, horrified, as our meager possessions went up in smoke.  Dad hugged me tight and put Sleepy in my arms. Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Source link

I’ve been working since I was 15 years old. First jobs were the usual mothers’ helper/babysitter jobs, progressing to selling snacks on the beach in summer while school was out, to grocery store cashier and retail clerk, and incremental steps up the food chain over time, to where I am now, the owner and still operator of a New York based small business that has had its 15 minutes of fame, and who’s future is entirely uncertain. We never really recovered from Covid, having lost over 50% of the business, as Broadway has gone the Amazon shopping route, and is struggling itself with its antiquated business model, finding their audience, and ridiculous costs to mount any production. It’s rumored that a small play without big casts, sets or costumes cost 5 million to stage. BraTenders was born as a resource for the costume industry for Broadway, film and television. Before Google, I was the one they turned to for a balconette bra in 38F, or an open bottomed girdle. We still got the “I can’t find it anywhere” calls, and by this point, I was tired of accommodating a clientele of people who only wanted to borrow items, and who rarely purchased. I couldn’t have predicted that between 2019 and 2024, the quality of people working in the costume industry would change so drastically, to become filled with rude, entitled people who literally did not know the difference between socks and stockings, and who would argue with us about how they were right, rather than give us information to help them get what they were after. In February 2020 we knew things were getting bad. I worked on a photo shoot with the shoe designer LaDuca, featuring an upcoming Broadway star, who would appear in the new remake of West Side Story, directed by Spielberg. My friend Zinda Williams, the stylist and fashion maven, and also a wardrobe head for Ailey, brought some items for the shoot. While carrying an armful of clothing to a fitting room, I slipped when my foot landed on a beaded gown, against a slippery tile floor, and my legs flew out from under me in opposite directions. I jammed on the breaks so to speak, and dug my heels into the floor. At that point I felt a pop, and flash of pain & knew my hamstring was torn. As soon as I stopped seeing stars, I limped onward, the show must go on. I never received medical attention, because 2 weeks later, it was impossible to get an appointment with any doctor, and I was not inclined to go to a hospital emergency room, giving that they were seeing a lot of Covid action. So I hobbled around, hoping that in time I would heal. Around this time too, Maggie, my nieces’ Bathsheba and Erika’s mom, was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. Her treatment was delayed because of Covid, and sadly, that proved to be fatal. My brother and his daughter cared for Maggie at home, moving her into Erika’s old room in Ford’s apartment in Queens. They had to be especially careful where they went and who they saw because Maggie was now an exceptionally high risk patient. Anyone who had a weakened immune system was what the CDC called high risk, as Covid ravaged the organs, and shut down the body’s ability to protect and defend itself. I felt helpless that I couldn’t help. BraTenders closed its doors on March 12, 2020, the day Broadway shut down in response to the surging Covid virus. Since the beginning of the year we’d been paying close attention to the stories coming out of China, and Italy, and already saw blips in the supply chain with goods and services from Asia and Europe. Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. But when one of the ushers at a Broadway theater got sick, and had been at a packed house, it became clear that until anyone was sure about what this new airborn illness was, it definitely wasn’t a good idea to pack 1500 people sitting tit to tit into an old relic of a poorly ventilated theater. Researchers were testing how far droplets in breath traveled, and told people to stay 6 feet apart for each other to be extra safe. Broadway went dark and so did BraTenders. I truly thought the world was ending. Plague was not on the bingo card of ways to perish. Nukes was at the top of the list. Being shot was high on the list, because Murica loves its guns more than its citizens, especially its female ones. And because I live in NYC, dying from a gargoyle falling off a building onto my head was also a possible scenario for demise. But plague wasn’t a concern. Hell, I lived through the 80s and survived using the bathroom at CBGB. This felt unlike anything I’d ever experienced, the uncertainty all but crippled me with anxiety. We saw one last bride on Saturday the 14th, and one last costume designer, the gregarious genius Gregg Barnes who needed something, maybe, for a personal project, a costume for a small show, that may, or may not have been going on. We reminisced that it was crazy to think we’d known each other for over 25 years. So many shows. So much underwear! Now, nobody knew anything. We thought it would be a few weeks, and back to biz as usual. Nobody anticipated what would follow. We hadn’t started wearing masks yet. I called some customers with whom I had friendly relationships to wish them well and say toodle loo. I didn’t expect to see them again. Lee Austin, the wardrobe head at Jersey Boys, stopped by my apartment to return a bag of goods from the show that he’d borrowed. He was leaving town until something, anything changed. We hugged, for what we both believed was the last time. I

The months of April, May and June are Bra Tender’s busiest, with proms, weddings, graduations, numerous theatrical awards shows and galas.  The fitting rooms are booked from open to close, and we even just changed our shop hours because more folks want to shop after work than before. We accommodate walkins when possible. Today we had a walk in. a tiny wisp of a  woman,  4’10, maybe 80 pounds.  She mentioned that she’s a costumer, and all the folks she works with have been telling her for years to visit Bra Tenders to solve her brablems.  I agreed to help her, if she was OK working in the stock room corner.  She was. Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Grace was upbeat and chatty.  She wears, and designs her own vintage style dresses from the 40’s and 50’s, and likes the torpedo tit look of sweater girls like Lana Turner and Kate Hepburn. She wanted the impossible:  a circular stitched, cone shaped cup, in her proper size, that was also smooth and didn’t have seams or texture in the cup.  Well, that is a mouth full of contradictions! First, those bullet bras are shaped that way because of the circular stitching.  It isn’t possible to create such a pronounced forward projection without the circular stitching.  The “sweater girls” of the 1950’s became known as such  because they wore them under sweaters, the fashion of the time. Second, those old fashioned bras weren’t made in a size 28 anything, they started at size 34.  Grace’s best size was 28DD.  She has a very petite frame. Surprisingly, I had 17 different bras in her size.  Many were the one-piece-left at the end of a season that didn’t sell, and 3 were core product for us.  2 actually gave her the forward projection she wanted, and fit her perfectly!  She was happily uplifted. She mentioned she was on tour, and was on a layover in NYC, catching up on many things she wanted to do.   I asked, “what tour are you on?” She said, “Cher.” I said, “The Cher show has a tour already?”   It’s common for a Broadway show to put out a tour, but this seemed early in the run for that step. The Cher Show only opened a few months ago on Broadway, with Bob Mackie designing the costumes. One of my Broadway favorites, the Pirate Queen herself, Stephanie J Block, starred as  one of the 3 Chers.  Every night people jumped out of their seats and danced in the aisles.  I mean c’mon, it’s Cher!  When I was a kid, Cher and Sonny were a pair. I Got You Babe was a huge hit. Grace smiled and said, “No, not the Broadway Cher Show.  Cher Cher, the  actual Cher. Tony nominations this week” Just a snippet from my life behind bras. Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Source link

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published it’s as if the whole world is holding its breath. waiting BraTenders needs another reinvention a new iteration for a different generation It’s been too long a while since I had a smile grace my face in the place I created and have carried. Business isn’t about good service or good prices or the latest trends, or good quality, No. Business is now influenced to death and social media content creators are the next generation of Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published unpaid labor hawking products for pennies or likes or views or follows and shares the internet, worldwide web, is an overloaded global marketplace oversaturated with an overabundance of too much of everything i always believed that business is/was about people and relationship and the best compliment I ever got was when someone said, I trust you and that seems to no longer be the case. i miss the community that shopped and schlepped and shared a laugh over tea until an unknown bug caught us off guard and changed everything and everyone forever. Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Source link

In August 1999 I decided that I was going to start a business, BraTenders, to supply Broadway, film, and television with undergarments, hosiery and accessories for stage and screen productions. This would be the next iteration of the store I worked at from 1977-1999, S&S. After the 10 ft living room windows in my apartment became blocked by boxes of merchandise, BraTenders moved into its first home at 400 west 42nd in March 2001. On Sept 11, the world stopped and held its collective breath. The theater shut down for one night, on 9/11. I remember the same feeling of surreality I have now, how could this be happening, still, again? Life was very weird for a while. NY was quiet, but the city set about getting back to business. One day when we were dropping off an order at the Music Hall, we heard on the radio about an Anthrax scare in multiple locations. We couldn’t buy bridal bustiers, a popular item for brides, because the military had requisitioned all the hook and eye closures from the few manufacturers who still produced them domestically. So warehouses sat filled with bustiers missing the most essential part, unable to be sold. So what’s a Fairy Bra Mother to do when the next version of The Stepford Wives film wants 30-40 bustiers? Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. I am fucking relentless about getting what I want, and helping my customer, so I convinced the vendor to contact the retailers who sold his bustiers, and have them ship their stock to me, and we’d pay them. When we told them it was for a movie with Glenn Close, Nicole Kidman, and Bette Midler, everyone rushed to send theirs. Or that time we collected the trashed hosiery from each show for a few weeks, and sent them, per request, to the soldiers stationed wherever Desert Storm happened. They specifically requested pantyhose to use as filters for the equipment and machinery they used that were getting mucked up by the desert sand. So we put treats and love notes in with the hosiery, “hey, Chita Rivera wore these last night” BraTenders moved into its current location in the Film Center Building in Hell’s Kitchen NYC in 2003. By 2008, we worked with all the shows running on and off Broadway, their union and non union touring companies, and a multitude of performing arts companies, TV shows, and movies. We were busy day and night, 6 days a week, and had a staff of 4, with the need for more help. We maintained a steady upward pace until the mid teens, and then plateaued. The business changed after I divorced Alan, and he left a lingering legacy of damaged relationships and unhappy customers. His narcissism and smug arrogance cost us Radio City and the Rockettes. His early actions put us in hot water with WIL, the costume designer of the moment back then, with multiple smash hits running on the great white way. It’s a chapter in the mammoir I will be writing forever. Business was always a roller coaster. But for a few years, we were able to count on the spring and fall seasons on Broadway, Christmas shows, summer stock, The Delacorte and Public Theater. in between I gave interviews, had guest spots on reality shows, became a Bralebrity. Then I started having physical problems: sciatica, bulging disks, pinched nerves, weak muscles, and every joint eaten and deteriorated by arthritis, and 35 years on my feet for work. Knee replacement. Fractured humerus, not fucking funny. torn labrums, ACLs, menisci. and mental anguish, depression. 2019 was a decent year, though it was then that the trouble with our primary supplier of stage tights became problematic. I usually placed annual orders in January, during the slow time at the hosiery mill in NC. We ordered between 250- 750 dozen tights. All the legs on Broadway wore these as a base layer. sometimes 2 or 3. they came in 6 skintones. and 6 sizes. Blue Heaven hosiery was our bread and butter. When I called in January 2019 to place our order, nobody answered the phone, or responded to email. this continued for a few weeks, I’d call, email, nobody responded. Finally, the owner called and said, yeah, sorry, we’re closed and out of business. it’s not your fault, don’t worry. What an odd thing to say. And holy crap, what now? I embarked on a quest to find a replacement for, or replicate those tights, somehow, some way. Without that most core of core products, we were fucked. After months of phone calls, and referrals, and networking, I found a hosiery factory that could custom make things for a large enough quantity. I invested thousands of dollars testing the colors in various deniers, trying to create a product that this finicky market would like and use. And just as we were about to place our first order for a few hundred dozen, from customers happy to try a replacement, and not have to go through the hassle of starting from scratch with wardrobe staples, Covid made a guest appearance at a Broadway show, and the great white way went dark. BraTenders did too. I thought we were done. Broadway people I was friendly with called, and we said our final farewells, unsure if we’d even live through whatever the hell plague was infecting us. My staff and I parted ways, and began the absolute fucking nightmare of applying for unemployment. everyone was isolated and alone. nobody knew the truth of what was happening. there were freezer trucks storing dead bodies parked a few blocks from where i lived. manhattan was ghostly. We were closed for 21 months. Dawn and I went to the shop a few days a month, Shopify had contacted me and NYC small business resources helped to build an e-commerce store, a shopify website so folks could shop online. Alan had

Robin Bateau, Gregory Hines, Tony Randall, Paul Newman Some of my proudest work, turning these icons into the belles of the fundraising ball for The Hole in the Wall Gang, Paul Newman’s charity c 2001. Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. We were asked to donate the tits and ass, which we proudly did. Not bad, right? This was when the business was fun and interesting, before entitled nepo kids started demanding, “yeah, we need a pull, we have 4 women, and we want 3 bras each for them, and we do not have their sizes, so we’ll need a run, and we need them in an hour, and we’ll return them in 3 weeks after we’ve abused the crap out of every bra trying to make it fit the G cups, and I do not have a credit card so don’t ask.” One year the Metrpolitan Opera “borrowed” $90,000 in merch, and only bought $100 from all that. It’s a miracle we didn’t go bankrupt before now. A business that caters to a fickle and finicky clientele, who hate to spend money, and have zero qualms about abusing people and merchandise, is doomed to fail. Granted, it took 25 years, and that is only because of my generous and kind nature and desire to be helpful and useful. And now, I have no desire to be helpful or useful for a while. Give my regards to broadway Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Source link

Bra Tenders 101 WHAT WE DO Thanks for reading Lori’s Substack! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. My pledge to the wardrobe and costume community across every facet of entertainment has always been, “my job is to make your job easier” Let me ask a question- do you know how much effort goes into figuring out which tights work best on which actor for a major Broadway or Hollywood musical production, with dozens of cast members, and twice as many pairs of legs? What you see on stage is the final product, and the result of hundreds of people’s work, sometimes going back years and years. The average retail price of tights is between 8 and 35 bucks a pair. Do you know how much work has to be done to sell 25,000 worth? It’s hundreds of transactions. It’s dozens of phone calls and emails, and hours of B2B browsing. It’s networking, and detective work, all of which demands ferocious tenacity. Which, if I am anything at all, is tenacious. When tech is happening, any show, on any day can call us 7 times an hour- The designer hates the color of the tights under the lights, let’s start from scratch for this actor for that track. At the beginning of a Broadway production, we meet with the costume design team to get an overview of the show, and hear what they will use in terms of our products, and what they will need me to source. Then, we help them wade through the miasma of underwear, which, like legwear, is tricky, because we need to skin match as close as possible, several different skin tones in any given cast. We can get close with tights. With underwear it’s a whole other ball of wax. Part of what has turned into my life work, is finding underwear in more than one shade of “nude”. First, we assemble samples for each actor, usually 2-4 options of each style of hose, so everyone gets a base layer, then their “look” – be it fishnets, sparkles, or some such thing. If there’s a cast of 20, and each pair of legs needs 3 kinds of hose, and 3 options of each, well, that takes a whole lotta work by me, and the entire staff. It takes me hours to source those samples, and I usually have to buy 3 pair to get 1 sample. If that sample isn’t the best of three, I’m stuck with 2 odd pair of money sitting on the shelf. And this pertains to every pair of legs, on almost every stage in NY., tours. Vegas. Disney. Dance. TV, HBO, Netflix, Tyler Perry Studios, Western Costume, yada yada. Fishnets- Mini, Whale net or maxi net? Professional weight or street wear weight? Spider web or crochet? With seams or without? Striped tights, sure, horizontal or vertical? And dozens of different types of hosiery, in 5 skin shades, in 8 sizes, from petite to 7X. Control top, sheer up support, no support, shiny, matte finish, in deniers from 8 to 100. Stockings and thigh highs, lace tops, no lace, with silicone grippers, no grip, plus size, seams, Cuban heels, no heels. The trick for me is to find products that meet all the specs, and is a core staple in the line of the manufacturer. Continuity, as they say in the industry. Unlike department stores, who stock a few basics, and many seasonal trend styles, once a show decides on something, it’s in The Bible. The Bible contains the sum total details of everything used in the show, for every character, every act, scene, etc. Heaven help the poor intern who tells a costume designer that a product has been discontinued once it’s inThe Bible. We keep stock of it for on- demand needs, and don’t much like hearing it’s discontinued either. This is very costly for us, with very fickle customers, who often decide that a “new look is required for the new lead, so we’re not using those anymore.” And that’s how we wound up with a stockroom full of pantyhose that nobody needs. Then there’s the underwear, all the skin pieces, skintimates. Bras, bottoms, shapewear, legwear, whatever period items may be required, whatever else will be worn beneath the clothes, or become part of the costume, whether seen or not. I get a cast list, with every woman wearing the wrong bra size. Three options of each size for each actor, say there’s 6 of them who have been cast, more to come. We ask if the actors can come to the shop so they can be properly fit, but they usually can’t, so we ask for pictures. Instead we get incomplete and incorrect, and outdated measurements. Every 34B, is actually a 32DD. once they find a bra that fits, they’re shocked. They’re titillated. Before we arrive at the correct size, of course, there is much back and forth, many, many exchanges of goods, a lot of busy-ness, often with very small payoff. Sometimes a production will “memo”, or borrow a great deal of goods, and end up with only 1 item. My hope is that Virtual Fittings will allow me to be that proverbial fly on the wall, be able to pull bras that are the right size, the first time. I only need an eyeball on a body to “breastimate” with uncanny accuracy, the correct size, and the bra, that will create the shape the designer desires, for each actor. We carry 81 bra sizes, from around 12 companies, 3-5 styles per, 2 or 3 colors each style. If I buy one bra, in one color, in a complete 81 size range, it’s a minimum of $4000 wholesale order. If I get 2 colors, black and nude, just one unit each… Big Inventory. Big bucks to maintain levels. Each actor gets their choice of bottoms, as part of the initial round of fittings. Thongs or g strings, Boy shorts, or