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...
Saint Laurent, the biopic we've been breathlessly posting about, has finally popped out a trailer. (This is separate from a concurrent film, Yves Saint Laurent, which seems to be a more anodyne look at his early years at Dior.) And judging from fleeting glimpses of Gaspard Ulliel as the young to middle-aged designer and Louis Garrel as his forbidden boytoy Jacques de Bascher, the final feature film, when it hits French theaters in September, is going to be full of all le smoking hot sex scenes you could ask for — nay, demand.
The trailer has been a long time coming, as the film already premiered at Cannes (competing for the Palme d'Or prize). And it isn't subtitled, but you don't need to know French to recognize on-screen sizzle, even if it is a little melodramatic. Willem Dafoe (as Andy Warhol) and Léa Seydoux (as Saint Laurent's muse, Loulou de la Falaise) will no doubt balance out the histrionics. Indeed, the fact that it isn't authorized — by the brand in its current state — suggests that a fair amount artistic license has been utilized. All the sexier!
Marc Jacobs has always done adolescence very well, and his Marc by Marc Jacobs men's spring 2015 collection was no exception. Co-designed by Luella Bartley and Katie Hillier, the show plunged a relaxed Polynesian vibe, with its "surf punk" aesthetic and recurring "angry tiki man" graphic. (Read our complete show review at Style.com)
The collection video went a decidedly more languid direction, emphasizing an artfully bored look, the well-practiced kind so often on display at today's music festivals. You can practically hear what they think: Will the band ever start? Will the molly ever kick in? Will my celebrity girlfriend ever stop posing for any camera shoved in her face?...
Director and screenwriter Harmony Korine — he of Kids, Spring Breakers, Gummo, Trash Humpers, and other contrived portraits of juvenile degeneracy — directed Dior's latest and fairly psychedelic (at least by the monolithic brand's standards) short film.
The video follows model Sasha Luss as an extra-ethereal Alice, of Wonderland fame. At the start, she steps into a mirror and finds herself teleported to a strange garden of dangling flowers. As Die Antwoord's 'Enter the Ninja' plays, with Yolandi's already Barbi-high voice reaching helium-like new levels, Sasha spots the object of her adventure, a flacon of Dior Addict spinning in mid-air. Grasping the bottle, she then goes on a spastic mini-bender. She jumps around on a giant chair, hangs from a chandelier, and generally makes good use of the narcotic associations the word "addict" provides...
It's been nearly two years since Benjamin John Hall birthed his first shoe collection, a high-concept affair involving ersatz umbilical cords and amniotic sacs. Now he's back with another labor-intensive, intentionally messy collection, this time exploring experimental dyeing techniques employed by the wearer. Who better? Think user-generated spray-dyeing and hammering porcelain cartridges at toe's end.
For his new shoe art, the British cobbler says he was influenced by the Destructivists of the 1960s, artists who destroyed objects during live performances. He cites the New York artist Raphael Montañez Ortiz, who played piano with an axe, and the K Foundation (formerly the acid-house band KLF), who, in the 90s, burned a million British pounds in cash. The difference being, as Benjamin points out, that his shoes aren't fully destroyed, but live on in their "newly tainted forms."
Joyce, the retail pride of Hong Kong, made a video interview with one of the bold-faced designers it carries, Haider Ackermann, who came prepared with plenty of bons mots. On everyone's favorite topic, his friend Tilda Swinton, he says:
"I'm surrounded by all these strong women. All of them are very opinion-minded. It's good; they make you think. Tilda makes me think. She makes me doubt. She pushes me a little bit further. When [I dress her for the] red carpet and I try to be a little secure, she's like, Oh no, let's go for it. What's very nice with Tilda is there's a faithfulness, there is a loyalty. We met years ago, I think ten years ago. We have the same thoughts, the same opinions. We are each other's companion. When she's nervous, I'm there. When I'm nervous, she's there."
Proving that models can too have a sense of humor, Anja Rubik stars in this intentionally low-tech music video for Mister D, the alter ego of Polish author Dorota Masłowska. Anja took time out from a busy schedule of glamour-posing for the likes of Vogue Paris, Chloé and Fendi to play a kind of trashy glitter princess, gallivanting around a dismal cityscape in a diamante tiara, a denim mini-skirt and fishnets.
It's unclear what exactly is happening in the Polish-speaking video, other than presenting a dystopian vision typical of Dorota Masłowska's cynical outlook. She first gained notoriety in 2005 with her first book, Snow White and Russian Red, controversial for its bleak and vulgar portrayal of Polish life. It has since been translated into all the major languages. Masłowska now lives in Berlin and makes post-punk music, still with a sardonic socio-political bent. Her latest album is called Society Is Mean.