Undervalued and laboring in obscurity, the little drone stares down the clock till quitting time.
She’s ready to die of boredom but is saved by one thought: Death by Drone, a local label so new you won’t see it until spring ’09. But a few pieces are on sale at Début, a forward-thinking Nolita boutique showcasing first-timers.
Our girl goes for the dark, fanciful hand illustrations on white dresses, like a balloon-shaped frock called A Moldy Brain Begets a Moldy Tea Cup. Evil Eye Through the Garden of Suffocation takes the cake with a unicorn walking the waistline — its horn dripping red down the skirt. Delicate and bizarre, with Edward Gorey-like ghastliness, it’s one obscure gem.
But before she tries it on, she gets picked off by a deranged shopper.
Death — and dress – becomes her.
Available at Début, 298 Mulberry Street, between Houston and Bleecker Streets (212-343-2717 or debutnewyork.com). To see styles, go to deathbydrone.com.