Mo/ve(d)

March 16, 2010

Alexander Mcqueen’s final collection came and stayed. This post is a bit later in coming because I hadnt felt right typing about it until now. I have, not in a very very long time, been so absolutely moved, challenged, and heightened by anything contemporary fashion related.  His work has always liften me season after season however as I browsed the images of the final presentation, I literally cried. My chest hallowed a bit, my stomach felt the lightness of love sick and loss. How anyone created something so sublime I will never know.  Below are some images (all from style.com)

So last summer when the sun was shining and it was not as f$%&upedly cold as it is now, my family of three and Nora and Phekt and Derek all went to a park surrounding an old castle and picnicked and took pictures. Derek and I decided that I would bring some dresses and the Super 8 and he his camera and painted luggage and we would take some pictures and film of dresses in nature.  The day was magical, and I just got the pics from Derek. Here are a few

me with the beloved super 8 which left me heartbrokenhere comes the sun…and the stormone of Derek’s pieces from his late spring installationall photos by Derek Roberts

*by the way this is Derek. One of the awesomest most talented people that I know.  Visual artists, jewelry designer, teacher, photographer, model one day I am going to have to do an entire post on him, but here is a pic of him from facebook just to give you an idea of how dope this individual is

Years ago I saw the most poorly curated exhibition ever at the MuMok (The Museum of Modern Art here in Vienna) entitled something vague and grand like “20th Century Photography” What the hell is that? That is an exhibition that spans an entire museum and leaves you feeling like you saw nothing and everything all at once. In this exhibit however was a photo story by Anna and Bernhard Blume that was incredibly funny. Barely noticed it however in the mess that was this exhibition. However here I am years later being drawn back to their work. Maybe because I am a huge fan of Dadaism, but their ‘Transcendental Constructivism’ makes me feel the way Man Ray used to. 70’s style fun fo yo time. and The Wald


Isamu Noguchi LOVE Post

March 9, 2010

Paying tribute to the late great artist. Hopefully getting this biography for my birthday 😉here are some of the visual fields he transformed. furniturearchitectureset design for Martha Graham. This isnt even making mention of his sculptures, and gardens…a nice way to go about thought for the week

My Oscars

March 9, 2010

It’s that time of the year where I think about what I would have worn to the Oscar’s. I used to be more flamboyant in my red carpet choices, but this year it would have had to have been McQueen, with this antique cloche.with

Fuck Heels (not really)

March 7, 2010

I found someone in the UK that makes replica medieval shoes.  That’s great. Seriously looking into it. But what if I need someone to replicate something from the Regency Era for me? Not quite Victorian and mosty certaintly not Georgian, this was the time for elegance and daytime wearability. Okay except for the white satin part,  but actually in my life white satin is pretty much the definition of daytime wearability.(I secretly think it’s got to do with the half of me that is dedicated to the early rumblings of The New Power Generation.  Sheila E., and bad boy romance bass fyt.)

Recently Lolita.

March 7, 2010

…recently I have been reciting, rereading, and rewandering throughout the opening paragraph of Nabokov’s Lolita. It has caused my dreams to twist.

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

“She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

“Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

“Ladies and gentlement of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”This is actually a still from the film  I Am Curious (Yellow) directed by Sjöman, however the character of Lena in this film is more honestly childlike than any Lolita that Hollywood has ever turned out.

London Pt.2 Making Of

March 4, 2010

So here is a mini preview (I never put too much up on my blog of my work, not even in my portfolio section) while trying not to give anything away of the shoot we did in London. The project is highlighting up and coming design talent in the UK while telling the story of an asylum incarcerating the stylishly insane. The lovely Una Burke who’s surreal pieces we used in Namibia in October lent us her space, a former Assisted Residence (or old people’s home to be more direct) that is now subsidized apartments for artists. doing hair and makeup and fittings with Vanessa. The belle of the day. She WERQUED the hell out of the thing, can’t wait to show the whole storyAndreas and Merlin went location scoutingwhile I searched for inspirationand found it in the mailroomand the bathroom.Una was trying not to kick it with us (even though its kind of impossible) as she was meant to be working seriously on finishing a custom suit for a certain performer Lady that shall remain hush hush ( and on the qt) for the moment. At the end of the day some energy needed to be released.which resulted in a train filled with terrified onlookers.but then the voice of reason in the form of a railway sign made us remember that all fun comes with a price.so we retreated back north and called it a wrap for our foreign antics. Milan updates to come in a minute, and keep you posted on when this story drops.

London. Pt.1

March 4, 2010

My week was split into two. Working with Lemuria at PURE and then shooting with the fam. I was cold, tired, tripping with excitement, sad at times and extremely alive. I used to live in London on and off for yearsss, but I hadn’t been back in like 4 years. The entire experience was a firing of nostalgic synapses, and a reunion with my (former) self.

I was reminded that Public Service Announcements might actually be the best in London as compared to other international cities.

This one actually scared the shit out of me. I put that cab number directly into my phone, as a day earlier I had been deposited onto a shady corner in way north east london with a bag bigger than my entire body and no gps of any sort to figure it all out. but that’s another story…

The Thames still remains one of my favorite city river views in the world…… even though some people had to go and fuck up all the scenery by acting real rowdy.Saul reminded me of the old days when I was a 21 year old posted up at dodgy kebab stands throughout London at all hours of the morning searching for a chicken fix. Class. Pure Class. I was reminded as to why Patrick runs our teams hair department.and I was reminded to a) clean out my wallet (this isnt even with the Turkish lira) and b) to start making more money. all in all it was another adventure for the fam..