Carter Altman arrives at my apartment in New York’s East Village dressed wisely beyond his years. He wears a vintage Canadian tuxedo, a lived-in and roomy black overcoat, red leather shoes, and a brown crossbody bag containing an iPad with images of his collection to share.
Altman, 24, knew he wanted to make clothes at the ripe age of 15, when he was a kid growing up in Detroit. He also had a passion for painting, but, he says, “clothing, to me, felt like a more accessible medium than fine art.”
