“Isabelle Kenyon: The “IT” Girl of Retail” in Artsetters
“Owned by mother-daughter Princeton natives, this well-merchandised boutique encourages consignors and customers to re-use, rethink and revitalize.” in New Jersey Monthly
“It’s always fun to find a win-win, and such is the case with dear jane.” on Chasing Motherhood
“Jane — A consignment shop with a funky edge” on Design Sponge
“Tucked away on Spring Street is a consignment shop, named jane” on Princeton Patch
“Inspiration Found in the Dressing Room” on Colleen Attara Studio Blog
“Jane always has treasures to discover” on Princeton Scoop
“A hip consignment shop in Princeton” on AOL Original
Jane New Year’s Windows featured on Retail Details
“jane Offers Amazing Variety of Intriguing Choices” in Town Topics
“A mix of funky reused and art-infused aesthetics, jane brings to mind the word salon rather than store” in Princeton Packet
“Cinderella! Cinderella!” on Random Scoop
“You NEED to know Jane” on Princeton Scoop
“jane reminds me of Parisian boutiques” on Princeton WannaBe
LOOSE ENDS – Fabulous and funky Jane isn’t just a consignment shop, it’s a showcase for art
DATE POSTED: Thursday, December 4, 2014 1:51 PM EST
By Pam Hersh
Jane never realized this, but she has been my shrink for the past five years since she opened her business in Princeton. She has helped me though anxiety and depression with a rather colorful therapy that involves not lying on a couch but sometimes clutching a few hand-painted pillows.
Her technique is perfectly suited to my neurological disorder, and her fee is based upon my ability to pay — or more accurately my ability to purchase.
Located at 7 Spring St., Jane is a consignment shop in the eyes of many individuals. But in my eyes, Jane is a fabulous and funky art platform that provides a showcase for colorful creations by artists from throughout Central Jersey and Bucks County, Pennsylvania.
I view the world through the eyes of a “synaesthete” or someone who sees in color (for example, every letter of the alphabet, month of the year, numeral, day of the week etc. is a distinct color thanks to my wacky cognitive pathways). Jane is exactly what the doctor ordered for someone like me with an obsession for color, as well as a passion for supporting the local arts and retail community.
Jane, the store, was founded in 2009 by Jane Henderson Kenyon and her daughter Isabelle Taylor Kenyon. The underlying principle of the store is “reuse, rethink, and revitalize,” but I would add re-visualize and reinvent. The store is a creative reinvention of their own careers, Jane being a well-known successful Princeton real estate professional, and Isabelle, a New York City-based fashion industry executive, a recent University of Pennsylvania graduate with a major in East Asian Studies. And even though both Jane and Isabelle still have their non-Jane careers, there is nothing second-hand or second-fiddle in their commitment to the success of their unusual consignment shop.
”In my real estate work, I meet talented and creative artists, as well as people who are downsizing and have all sorts of treasures too glorious to be trashed and thus in need of a loving new home. My daughter, with her exquisite sense of fashion and design and traveling experience, is the perfect partner for this reuse, rethink and revitalize project,” said Jane.
Although the store carries a plethora of accessories for the home and body, what is especially appealing to me is the fact that Jane the store is now a destination for local art — a place for several local artists to gain a retail and exhibition outlet for their works.
”We are both very different, but my mother — who is a miracle worker — and I and share a love of art, design and fashion and a desire to be in a position to enable creative individuals put their talents on display,” said Isabelle.
Feeling overwhelmed by all the brouhaha over Black Friday, I was compelled to visit Jane. My synaesthete brain gets very stressed when other people assign color metaphors to days of the week or events — and the colors fail to coincide with the colors that my brain has designated. Fridays, according to my brain, are never black. They are a rich auburn brown, far more appropriate than the financial reference “in the black.”
However, I forgot about the annoying color discrepancy and my spirits were lifted, when I walked into Jane and my eyes landed on a Fay Sciarra oil painting, cigar boxes painted by Lilly Woodworth, a downtown Princeton streetscape oil painting by Jay McPhillips, and a Colleen Attara installation sculpture made out of recycled plastic.
Checking her computer-documented inventory, Jane the person estimated that the store has an inventory of about 25 to 35 different artists who have created more than 800 pieces of art (including paintings, as well as decorative and/or wearable items), paintings, valued collectively at $34,000.
The standard for accepting a work of art is simple: “Everything just has to be beautiful and bring delight to those who see it,” said Isabelle.
In case anyone cares, the name Jane, says my brain, happens to be the color of a large yellow daisy, a great color for the sunshine Jane the store has brought into my life._