Sharrone Mitchell was a Detroit treasure. We claimed her in Detroit but she really belonged to the world. Her authentic pieces were unique in design and inspiration. She was born Trinidad, her muse became her culture, with each piece reflecting the people, textures and colors that she encountered in her travels. She passed away of multiple myeloma on August 17 of this year, before I had a chance to tell her what her designs meant to me and what her presence meant to fashion in this city.
I attended the memorial service at The Charles H. Wright Museum of African American History on October 30., the second service. The first was in September in Washington D.C. where she birthed her collection. It was truly a celebration filled with song, dance and video of past shows. The room was packed with people from around the city who wanted to pay their respects, many more coming in as I exited. Her family spread her ashes along the Detroit River after the event, a place where she found comfort through the years.
She will be sorely missed..
Photos Courtesy of Jas Ambrose