Advertising photographer Sandro Miller, whose clients include American Express, Coca-Cola, and BMW, knows his way around flawless lighting and a meticulous set. In tribute to photographic greats, Miller enlisted friend and collaborator John Malkovich to recreate some of the world's most famous images.
Recreations include Annie Leibovitz’s iconic image of a naked John Lennon wrapped around Yoko Ono (1980), Victor Skrebneski's smoking Bette Davis (1971), Bert Stern’s Marilyn Monroe with flowers (1962), Pierre et Gilles' Jean Paul Gaultier in a marinière (1990), Irving Penn’s Truman Capote in a corner (1948), Robert Mapplethorpe’s self-portrait with a gun (1982), and Richard Avedon’s beekeeper (1981).
Malkovich, Malkovich, Malkovich, Nov 7 - Jan 31, 2015, Catherine Edelman Gallery, Chicago
Here's how the phenomenal carpet on Dries Van Noten's spring runway was created by Argentinean artist Alexandra Kehayoglou, woven and tufted entirely by hand in four weeks and shipped to Paris just in time for the show...
Bindle & Keep sounds like one of those made-to-measure old-school tailors on Savile Row. And in a way, it is, although for a different sort of gentleman. The Brooklyn-based suit-makers specializing in bespoke suits for men, women, and in-between clients of all identifying kinds recently got a major boost with a feature in the New York Times. Now it's getting an HBO documentary produced by Lena Dunham and her production company, A Casual Romance Productions, along with her Girls co-producer Jenni Konner.
Called Three Suits, the doc will explore the relatively unexplored terrain of transitioning formal attire. It will follow several transgender clients as they have custom suits made by Bindle & Keep, through the fittings and unique situations posed by unique circumstances. It will likely be every bit as charmingly awkward and gratingly heart-warming as Girls. Or as Dunham tweeted yesterday, "Breaking down binaries."
Everyone knows about Rihanna's boobie blunder on Instagram, and fashion folks are familiar with Grace Coddington's own titillating transgression on the Facebook-owned app. Even The New Yorker famously ran afoul of Facebook's censors by showing cartoon cans on a post-coital Eve in the Garden of Eden (Adam's own cartoon nipples were, of course, totally fine).
Now Facebook has targeted yours truly, temporarily blocking our page. No reason has been given, but there's been a lot of waving around of their Community Standards, that end-of-discussion red herring that couldn't be more vague. A while back, however, Gawker got its hands on a secret document with a list of procedures that Facebook expects its 'monitors' to follow (we use fauxtation marks because these monitors are not full-time employees working out of FB's California HQ, but people working from home in developing countries and earning $1 an hour). Hilariously, the document says monitors must confirm an offense (meaning they must remove it) if it meets criteria like "naked 'private parts' including female nipple bulges and naked butt cracks." So that would explain two previous photo scrubs from our page: Steven Klein's underwear campaign for Dsquared showing clear butt crack and a Juergen Teller self-portrait with Charlotte Rampling, in which a small tuft of pube is peeking out from between his legs — although you might need a magnifying glass to see it. Seriously, Facebook removed them.
Even more hilarious are instructions to remove "blatant depictions of camel toes and moose knuckles." Oh, god! Did we accidentally upload an image of those most unholy of crimes against decency?! We raced through recent posts and found...none. Hmmm, what other egregious displays of nudity did we inadvertently let slip through the modesty stars we've been using for many months? We checked...still nothing.
Clearly something was up. You hear about hordes of self-righteous trolls who spend their days 'reporting' any page, any post, any pic for any reason. What could they possibly be latching onto, so sure in their belief that they know best what everyone should be exposed to? We started to wonder if our infraction stemmed from that reliable old wedge issue, eating disorders. If that were the case, could one of these pics from Tom Ford's and Calvin Klein's spring collections be the culprit, both of which garnered robust commentary?
We simply don't know what our villainy was because Facebook won't tell us (although we've managed to achieve one small miracle —getting in touch with an actual person, but that person will only confirm the existence of the issue). If we only knew the evil we've wrought, we could change our horrid ways and get back into Facebook's good graces. Our minds wandered and wandered. Maybe it was one of our occasional anti-war views that sent a far-right nutcase into a reporting frenzy, or a pro-transgender sentiment that did the same. Digging deeper still, we found a recent post that featured the work of animation artist Jeff Hong, who portrays Disney characters in unhappy real-life scenarios. But the art cautions against climate change, against deforestation, against animal testing, against racism. More thought-provoking and satirical than socially delinquent and actionable.
Maybe the issue isn't complicated at all. Maybe it's as simple as someone out there finding Miley Cyrus's art for Jeremy Scott's show a sad statement on modern celebrity — in which case, join the club, buddy, don't report the messenger.
We didn't want to believe people when they dismissed Facebook as a dumping ground for quizzes, cat videos, and ice-bucket challenges. Anything with a whiff of controversy, they sneered, is better left to other social media. After this debacle, we'd have to agree. Add to that FB's ever-present algorithm that rewards G-rated posts, its ghastly anti-privacy practices, its sadistic "real name" policy that's driving performers with aliases (i.e. drag queens, who we should all cherish!) to the brink, its large donation to a virulently anti-gay politician in Utah, and you start to see a disturbing pattern of abuse — Facebook's abuse.
We'd love to know why we — a mere fashion site — were arbitrarily singled out. Because, Facebook, it isn't just us you think you're punishing. You're also punishing the designers, big and small, who kindly asked us for a FB post to help promote their spring collection, as well as the fashion school that requested, through FB, our help in showing their students' graduate work. Not to mention all the unknown, unsung names we support on a daily basis. It's not like we've never paid to boost a post, and that makes us a paying customer. So won't you tell us what's up, Facebook? What gives? Don't you like us anymore?
For its finest Scotch whisky, Blue Label, Johnnie Walker keeps it mellow with a "rarer than rare" Italian boat, the British Virgin Islands, a gentlemen's wager, and a bit of hip-swaying and piano-playing from none other than Jude Law. He's joined by the Italian actor Giancarlo Giannini in this film short by British director Jake Scott...
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Sandro Giordano is an Italian photographer who builds elaborate setups involving people falling down and their stuff flying everywhere. That's it. That's his thing. And why not? Humans are programmed to find faceplants funny.
"My photographs are short stories about a falling-down world," he says. "Each shot tells of worn-out characters who, as if a sudden black-out of mind and body took over, let themselves crash with no attempt to save themselves because of fatigue. They reach their limit beyond which their false self cannot go."
Sandro is gaining a huge following for his colorful schadenfreude, which also serve as a cautionary tale as we head into the Milan collections. Are you listening, designers and models? Don't forget to get your rest and take your vitamins. And when someone says 'break a leg,' please don't actually break a leg or other limb like Sandro's poor souls (who, by the way, are live models asked to hold those poses for hours). Safety first!
As a Soho-Scottish expat, my heart shouts YES YES YES to the referendum vote. So I was ecstatic that the other Viv, Dame Westwood, dedicated her Red Label spring 2015 show, Democracy, to supporting Scotland's freedom. Even the queue was democratic, with Vivvy's son Ben Westwood — imagine Harvey Keitel in Taxi Driver, but with better boots — and his leather-clad Japanese wife waiting in line behind me.
England's other Queen has been with me at all the big moments. From my first day at school when I turned up in a punk pink Anarchy shirt worn with my midget granny's Chanel jacket and St. Trinian's-style trashed silk stockings, my place was secured as the class-fash leader.
John Waters, who describes his look as 'disaster at the dry cleaners' advises that to be a fashion leader you need to annoy your peers, not your parents. My school uniform annoyed everybody except my best accessory, Fat Cat, the flabster friend who would make even Lena Dunham look thinster if she were sitting next to her. So I sat in the front row with the cheek to wear an old — let's call it vintage — High Street red dress with, of all things, black stockings. Everyone knows it's flesh-colored tights this year. I'm so fucking rad!
The usual questions flashed through my mind the night before Queen Viv's show in Bloomsbury's Victoria House. Will I be the fattest one in the front row? Should I have taken the advice of the skeletor in Yves Saint Laurent, who suggested that I have my chest amputated to fit into a size-zero Le Smoking? Why is Westwood's youngest son called Joe Corre and not Joe McLaren? Is it because everyone shouts "Cor!" when they see his Agent Provocateur underwear? Will I be able to resist putting pins on the seats of those hacks who compete to look more bored than Victoria Beckham? And the big question, the one that haunts me every day: What will I wear?
Urban Outfitters has really done it this time. The conservative-owned company (whose right-wing co-founder, president, and CEO Richard Hayne is worth nearly $2 billion) has managed to top its many previous offenses, including that Holocaust-reminiscent 'Jewish Star' shirt.
Over the weekend, the company was selling a vintage Kent State sweatshirt, complete with apparent blood splatter, on its website. The item, priced at $129, seemed to allude to the tragic 1970 campus massacre of anti-war student demonstrators by the Ohio National Guard that that left four dead and many more wounded, becoming a symbol of college activism and state brutality.
"We only have one, so get it or regret it!" read the listing. But who's regretful now? This morning Urban Outfitters issued the following apology:
"Urban Outfitters sincerely apologizes for any offense our Vintage Kent State Sweatshirt may have caused. It was never our intention to allude to the tragic events that took place at Kent State in 1970 and we are extremely saddened that this item was perceived as such. The one-of-a-kind item was purchased as part of our sun-faded vintage collection. There is no blood on this shirt nor has this item been altered in any way. The red stains are discoloration from the original shade of the shirt and the holes are from natural wear and fray. Again, we deeply regret that this item was perceived negatively and we have removed it immediately from our website to avoid further upset."
Shortly after that, Kent State issued this statement:
"May 4, 1970, was a watershed moment for the country and especially the Kent State family. We lost four students that day while nine others were wounded and countless others were changed forever.
We take great offense to a company using our pain for their publicity and profit. This item is beyond poor taste and trivializes a loss of life that still hurts the Kent State community today.
We invite the leaders of this company as well as anyone who invested in this item to tour our May 4 Visitors Center, which opened two years ago, to gain perspective on what happened 44 years ago and apply its meaning to the future."
New York animation artist (and big Disney fan, he says) Jeff Hong has created less-than-rosy portrayals of Disney characters as they'd fare in today's IRL world. They are not cheery images, but they are poignant in their depictions of very real challenges, from climate change to drug addiction to ocean pollution.