Photo Diary: Bodkin Designer Eviana Hartman's Whirlwind 1-Day Hometown Tour
When you work in fashion, summer is actually the worst possible time to take a vacation. But since I was already planning a trip to L.A. to check up on Bodkin's fall production, I decided to stop en route for a weekend in my hometown, Chicago, to see family and have a little bit of Ferris Bueller-style hijinks—and a lot of deep-dish pizza.
Read on for more of Eviana's hometown adventures...
Day one was the highlight: Frolicking in magical Millennium Park, a playground for all ages, with my brother Wyatt—he studies environmental microbiology, and I credit him for my interest in sustainability—and my fashion consigliere, stylist/jewelry designer Michelle Lane, who also flew into town en route to visit her family downstate.

Above: Michelle (right) and I pose with Abe Lincoln and Mary Todd. Her bitchin' jeans are vintage Guess?.
Above, left: Noooo! The corn maze was closed when we showed up. Above, right: Getting my geek on with an ear of maize. Yes, that's a bolo tie.
Above, left: Our friends Eleanor and Matt Friedberger of the Fiery Furnaces played a free show in the park. Eleanor's outfit is a perfect example of why I call her a muse. Also, my dad had those exact same shoes in turquoise. That's how he rolled. Above, right: This one-man disco inferno off to the side of the stage was the best thing about the show.
Above: When in Rome.... No trip home is complete without deep-dish pizza from Lou Malnati's (I grew up eating it every Wednesday and still get frozen pies shipped to New York for my birthday) and a Dutch Baby (a puffy, eggy pancake doused in fresh lemon juice) from Walker Brothers. Eaten in the same day, of course.
Above: My mom, an even bigger pack rat than I am, is just now excavating her early '90s castoffs. Here are a few of my scores, including an apricot goatskin dress, pseudo-African-print shorts, and some utterly bonkers bathing suits that I'll wear as bodysuits and bras to peek out beneath layers. I also exhumed my grunge-era Eastland booties—sadly too small, but I kind of love the idea of them as an alternative to oxfords or army boots. Anyone wear a 7?
Above: Alas, it seemed like I'd just arrived in Chicago when it was time to hop on another plane. I'll be thinking of my favorite painting at the Art Institute....








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