win in any condition: men’s shield max jacket
women’s rain runner jacket
killer video and music from nike for some winter time running. suddenly it’s not so cold out there, is it? all you need is an extended version of the track on this clip and you’ll be running for hours. filmed by fashion photographers santiago and mauricio the film is the brain child of new york agency ceft and company.
the intriguing bruno magli film “603” by photographer karen collins featuring models heidi mount and matt clunan. you may have seen this post previously and you can view the full content here in the future. by ts
a man said:
–the gravest moment in my life took place in the battle of the Marne, when they wounded me in the chest.
another man said:
–the gravest moment in my life, occurred during a Yokohama seaquake, from which I was miraculously saved, sheltered under the eaves of a lacquer shop.
and another man said:
–the gravest moment in my life happens when I sleep during the day.
and another said:
–the gravest moment of my life has taken place in my greatest loneliness.
and another said:
–the gravest moment in my life was my imprisonment in a Peruvian jail.
and another said:
–the gravest moment in my life is having surprised my father in profile.
and the last man said:
–the gravest moment in my life is yet to come.
the words of peruvian poet and all around genius in any language, cesar vallejo. exploiting our gravest moments in the simplest language, beautiful. by sv
most of us work because we have to, we work because we need the money, we work because that’s what people do. but when we lived in a hut, in a jungle, we still worked to gather wood, built a pot to shit in, and hunted for food. now we rent a pad, go to whole foods, and buy shit we don’t need. but a few of us work cause we love to and we’re so busy we don’t have time to buy shit anymore. it’s our only advantage against our nature… so milk it. if you don’t like what you do quit tomorrow… do what you love or join the unemployed, it beats selling your soul at a discount any day. by xy
may 15th opening night at the tom sachs show at the new york park avenue armory
i’ve had eggs and bacon with buzz aldrin himself (no shit!) and i still found this to be pretty exciting
gravity defying counterfeit nike high-tops courtesy of mister tom sachs, i so wanted this one
authentic nasa fridge… the final frontier
i suppose you cant take your samsung point-and-shoot to the moon now can ya!
nasa taco truck, brilliant.
i’m not sure so don’t quote me, but i think this is john fuckin luries stinkin’ air jordans
thanx dre we missed you that night but you where there in spirit… and well as a ban-saw!
this was funny, vintage 60’s-70’s playboy issues painted in official nasa silver. upon exit of the show you walk through a metal detector while 3 mustache-laden nasa officials are busy reading playboys with the nasa silver cover
mars yard shoe, cause you won’t need high tops all the way up there. i was actually wondering that night what nike had to do with nasa and all? and the funny thing i learned was that nike has been and does actually supply nasa with many of the astronauts high tech fabrics and get-ups…
jerry-rigged nasa suit by tom sachs
nasa krink-ink, i mean you’re not gonna go all the way there and not tag shit.
maybe i can explain kl… so last week we somehow got on the premier nights invite list by mistake, sorta like peter sellers in blake edwards’ film “the party.” it was a hike to the peak of manhattan, but it was tom sachs, and i was curious what sort of shenanigans he’d be up to in new york now that jeffrey‘s has flocked to la. i remember mid-way climbing up mount everest in the cab that i thought damn this better be worth it… but you know i grew up admiring nasa, wanted to be an astronaut, had every book on nasa and it’s space suits, and i even named my dog after the first dog in space… so why not? once there i stepped over the slimy olivier zahn, said hi to robert longo, pushed aside kanye west, hugged mario sorrenti, kissed bill cunningham’s forehead and grabbed some popcorn. the show was great and i had a big smile walking around. but while tom’s work is more trendy than serious and he has a bit of a frat boy humor for my taste, he does make me laugh and the show in a way made my grey week a bit more nasa red. i highly recommend all you art lovers to check it out. the show, at the park avenue armory is up till june 17th so hurry. by dd
a little boring, but the music and the melancholia of the image and lyrics (imagine in your head) makes it worth while. not bad for a still shoot. by dd
i already love the guy, made me laugh to hear all that. it’s so true, and we all tend to want to deny it. but, when it’s spelled out, you see how hilarious this whole industry of ours is. c’est la vie. lol. viola. bam. je ne sais quoi. “hipster with a beard”, a solid buzz. jean luc and george would be proud… film by matthew frost staring model ashley smith. well done. by dd
dayassi olarte de kanavos at the le cabinet de curiosités exhibit
wooden books in wooden shelves
creative director ucef hanjani and kimberly norcott at the le cabinet de curiosités exhibit
mechanical insects
francesa vuillemin david victor rose at the le cabinet de curiosités exhibit
original map table belonging to napoleon
pilar molyneux juan pablo molyneux at the le cabinet de curiosités exhibit
mitchell alfus michaela cordes at the le cabinet de curiosités exhibit
last night we stopped by marlborough gallery artists/architect thierry despont’s opening at the mercantile exchange which was transformed into an 18th century french residence peppered with everything including a renaissance bulls head, various mechanical insects, and an original map table belonging to napoleon himself. the original 18th century wall paneling containing the show belong to the steinitz collection and were transported exclusively for the show from france.
the topic of the show “le cabinet de curiosités” was a brilliant one and one i’m obsessed with. the lighting and mood were appropriately set with dark walls and sage green panels. my favorite pieces were the monochromatic parcel painting by chilean painter, claudio bravo, that reminded me of christo and jeanne-claude in their puritan form. also the beautiful wooden bookshelves, fully equipped with “wooden” books, by spanish artist manolo valdez. i simply wanted to drag them back home with me. the mechanical over-sized insects were created from various industrial pieces and while quite immaculate, i have personally developed an new affinity for the real specimens from amazonia. it was a beautiful transformation and worth a visit… the only thing missing was some krug champagne… the show is on until january 31st 2012. by xy
how cool was alexey brodovitch back in his day! diana vreeland wasn’t the only progressive nut-ball making harper’s bazaar amazing from the 30’s to the 60’s.
alexey was prominently influential in introducing into the united states the radically simplified graphic design of modernism. through his teaching, he created a generation of designers sympathetic to his belief in the primacy of visual freshness and immediacy. fascinated with photography, he made it the backbone of modern magazine design as photography was previously used sparingly, and he fostered the development of an expressionistic, almost primal style of picture-taking that became the dominant style of photographic practice in the 1950s.
basically, brodovitch is the model for the modern magazine art director. he did not simply arrange photographs, illustrations and type on the page, actively conceived and commissioned all forms of visual communications, as well as specializing in discovering and showcasing young and unknown talent. his first assistant in new york was irving penn. he also nurtured photographers such as leslie gill, richard avedon and hiro.
his impact on media, fashion and editorial expressions of harper’s bazaar made him a bit of a celebrity… for example, the film funny face which starred fred astaire as a photographer much like avedon, named its art-director character “dovitch.” by kl
it’s a good thing. by kl
the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
handsome photographer
paper vixen and vogue contributor lynn yaeger
i stole terry’s glasses
lovely yana k sans her usual red lips
karen collins and ucef hanjani
fab photographer hanuk mid-kiss
JLG and his ever present aton camera
joey jalleo and friend
beyonce and pod
lovely mister richard chai sans bike
and my favorite picture of the night
so it was the battle of the magazines night and looks like commercial rag l’officiel won the boom boom room over fabulous mens mag fantastic man which had its party at cielo. not that we are so keen on boom boom room but if you “have to” do something in the retched neighborhood of meat-packing district then you might as well head to the top. i was to meet a friend, and not excusing myself, but i really went there for that. he showed up at 1:30 and after a few drinks we ended up at cielo and then the standard grill at 3:30 for a late night food fest. we are still working on shedding those pounds. in any case not sure why “fantastic man”, which we quite like, would pick a place like that and in that area? but probably the idea was to keep it in the same hood and encourage some party hopping which it indeed did. the parties were fun, and i can’t complain about the music being retro this round, but it still wasn’t right either. i felt like i was in ibiza circa 2006… except i wasn’t. i have to say music is the hardest, and the best i’ve heard was about 2 years ago at the women/supreme management party when chris gay was there. i even got the dj’s name afterwards, i was trying to track down every other song they played. cielo was packed to the gills and unless you were into that “karate class smell” the crowd and the sweat was a bit challenging. after all best to stay home or stick to wooly. all photos by our lovely friend: hanuk. by dd
not sure what’s better, the film or the comment on the post: “woman dresses, smokes a cigarette, talks on the phone and runs down to a bridge to get penetrated by an extremely long boat.” – jens fuckin’ hansen
by xy
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