Showing posts with label magazines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magazines. Show all posts

Sunday

LOVE AND SEX

The Jones Girls - You're Gonna Make Me Love Somebody Else (1979)
love
OR
sex

Foxy Brown - Fuck Somebody Else (1997)

Friday

ENGLISH GRAFFITI

British Harper's, September 1964

Monday

VOGUE PARIS MAY 1987

ANDRES SERRANO


Looking at Andres Serrano's art is like swearing in front of a 6th grader... the guilt eats at you but sometimes you just have to do it.  In celebration of the polarizing photographer's smug mug on this month's cover of L'Uomo Vogue, a collection of my favorite Serranos.  His is a visual language that is as banal as it is raw, explicitly diffusing from Serrano's strict Roman Catholic upbringing.  Works such as "Piss Christ" facilitate the mashup of religious symbolism and human waste that has become pretty de mode, although the treatment (no digital retouching) lends a poetic grit.

Saturday

HOW TO WIN A GUY IN 10 DAYS...

...courtesy of Cosmopolitan
"WORK SUCKS BUT I SUCK HARDER"
"THIS MAGAZINE IS FULL OF GOOD IDEAS LIKE GRINDING BLACK PEPPER ON YOUR MEMBER"

Saturday

THAT TIME OF THE YEAR


Paris Vogue's 2010 calendar is an 80's intergalactic space disco warrior orgasm.



WHAT'S MAKES A LEGEND MOST






LIZA WITH AN S







Sasha Pivarova for Vogue Paris September 2009

Monday

Throw It In The Bag


Hey Sasha, I feel your pain. The September issue of W features a witty spin on the age-old bag lady story, except this time the gypsy's bags are of the shopping variety, courtesy of Dior, Zara and Ferragamo. Tongue-in-chic critiques on recession-proof values are a dime a dozen nowadays but W's contribution to the economy blame-game holds hefty weight. Not only does it attack the desperation of conspicuous consumption, but it also serves a visual pun; the punniness stemming from the common practice of saving your "best" shopping bag. You know that person who throws their Duane Reade bags in the trash but saves the one piece of visual evidence from that Gucci purchase they made in '06. Now I've seen all sorts of creative uses for luxury shopping bags: toiletry cases, temporary school bags, furniture showpieces, etc). Unrelated: I even remember a short-lived trend-piece in a 1996 issue of YM about carrying McDonald's Happy Meal boxes as purses. Back to shopping bags as status symbols, Christopher Lasch once said "nothing succeeds like the appearance of success". So maybe the ''it'' bag hasn't died at all. Maybe it just went vegan.



For all my bag ladies in the house.

Saturday

ATOMIC

It's kind of freaky how well Raquel Zimmerman is channeling Blondie in the September issue of Vogue Paris. Note: it's all in the mouth.





In 1979, Blondie recorded a live cover of Donna Summer's "I Feel Love". Not a total stretch since both chicks were musically involved with Giorgio Moroder (the genius who produced it for Donna) not to mention the song's groundbreaking reputation. David Bowie once said:
One day in Berlin ... Eno came running in and said, 'I have heard the sound of the future.' … he puts on 'I Feel Love', by Donna Summer … He said, 'This is it, look no further. This single is going to change the sound of club music for the next fifteen years.' Which was more or less right.

"I Feel Love" goes down in history as the first disco-style song with a fully synthesized backtrack. It is also said that the song created the genres of techno, electronica and house music overnight. I've heard stories of people describing the first time this came on the radio, often stating that "I Feel Love", with it's robotic bass-line and alien vocals, was completely unlike anything they had ever heard. What a feeling. Peep Blondie's rare version.