My friend Wendell was not just a fashion designer; he was a lover of life in the same way that he loved the touch and texture of a textile. For him, the weaver of the fabric, or the tailor who stitched it, the model who displayed it, and the ultimate wearer, were all a part of his beloved universe populated with his large circle of friends, the abundance of nature and many animals. He found beauty in them all. Not only did he embrace them wholeheartedly but he and his partner Jerome always also generously opened their hearts and their