Past perfect
UP TWO FLIGHTS of metal stairs in New York’s Chinatown, away from the fug of a drizzly, oppressively humid day, a small air-conditioner rattles away to cool the Bode studio. A team of around six – people are coming and going, having impromptu meetings, and some are obscured by fabric, so taking a head count is difficult – is seated around a white table. Emily Adams Bode pops her head out from behind a rack of clothes to request a moment to finish a discussion about clothing tags.
It is a small detail, but at Bode (pronounced BOH-dee) it is important. Swing tags on the clothing,
