Lately Joey Veltkamp has been lying low, sewing nonstop in his Eastlake studio for the past year. The studio, previously perfumed with turpentine and bouquets of drying oil paint, is now piled with sewing machines, thread and bins of fabric scraps.
We’re winners now, exporting our cultural successes instead of leaving town in search of them. Opportunities are abundant. Other cities are looking to us for what’s next. We have momentum. We have swagger.