THE DIAMONDS IN THE DIRT.: February 2010

london fashion week

highlights from london fashion week aw10

pam hogg, i was lucky enough to attend the pam hogg show and it was unbelievable. the styling, the clothes, the music, the models. perfect. highlights included the legendary siouxsie sioux opening the show and jethro cave stopping girlfriend sophie willing for an embrace as they passed on the runway.

p.s. see if you can spot me in the background of the dellal photos ;)

vivienne westwood red label, the only look to grab my attention from this show. dame viv stuck to her rulebook for her latest collection. i wish she would bring her main label to london but hey ho.

ashish, loved what ashish did with layering for next season. this is the most accessible look and easiest to reproduce on a budget.

christopher kane, kane's speciality lies in making the unfashionable desirable and wearable. i'm not sure how i feel about the flowers embroidered on leather, time will tell. currently lusting over the lace shirt with leather collar.

unique, let's all get ourselves down to topshop next autumn for antler caps, stick on monobrows and harness chest-pieces. camping just got a lot more fun.

richard nicholl, impressive slant on tailoring, effortlessly slick.

house of holland, it's been a few seasons since henry impressed with a collection. this season was no exception, boring, boring, boring. although this bandana print jumpsuit inspired by new york girl gangs is so wrong, it could be right, if you squint.

ppq, classic sophistication, sheer brilliance.

dorrian.

miroslaw balka

The latest commission in The Unilever Series How It Is by Polish artist Miroslaw Balka is a giant grey steel structure with a vast dark chamber, which in construction reflects the surrounding architecture - almost as if the interior space of the Turbine Hall has been turned inside out. Hovering somewhere between sculpture and architecture, on 2 metre stilts, it stands 13 metres high and 30 metres long. Visitors can walk underneath it, listening to the echoing sound of footsteps on steel, or enter via a ramp into a pitch black interior, creating a sense of unease.

At the farthest end of the vast steel box is a ramp. The visitor walks up it and into a blackness so thick that you can almost feel it brushing against your face. The walls must be reached for with outstretched fingertips. They feel slightly fuzzy. A light absorbent flock coating has been sprayed over the surfaces, apparently, although by this point it’s probably not the materials that the spectator is wondering about as he stands abandoned in the dark.

The experience is sombre, discombobulating and perhaps a bit sinister. But it is beautiful too — and not least when, as your eyes slowly adjust, you begin to discern the infinite subtle shades of grey or turn back to face the entrance and see other visitors vacillating nervously on the brink before, stepping into the engulfing shadows, they are transformed into stalking silhouettes.

Underlying this chamber is a number of allusions to recent Polish history – the ramp at the entrance to the Ghetto in Warsaw, or the trucks which took Jews away to the camps of Treblinka or Auschwitz, for example. By entering the dark space, visitors place considerable trust in the organisation, something that could also be seen in relation to the recent risks often taken by immigrants travelling. Balka intends to provide an experience for visitors which is both personal and collective, creating a range of sensory and emotional experiences through sound, contrasting light and shade, individual experience and awareness of others, perhaps provoking feelings of apprehension, excitement or intrigue.

Exhibition Website
The exhibition is running at Tate Modern [13 October 2009 – 5 April 2010]

David

snapshots in black and white

david and ki, photobooths in poland and berlin, 2007

valley of the shadow of darkness

front row at pam hogg aw 10

dorrian

YOU WHAT?

the latest video from iamamiwhoami.

completely thrown by this now and have no idea who it is or what it might be for.

david

one week to change the seasons

pierre garroudi a/w 10 at london fashion week

photos by dorrian

PS

check it!

so I visited London last week and caught up with dorrian.

he showed us around and kept us right.

more photos to follow

chance

you must constantly ask yourself these questions:

who am i around?

what are they doing to me?

what have they got me reading?

what have they got me saying?

where do they have me going?

what do they have me thinking?

and most important, what do they have me becoming?

then ask yourself the big question:

is that okay?

dorrian

three of the greatest

listen to the full version of the rza feat. vincent gallo "something i want for real" here
ki

brace

nothing can be obtained by grasping at the wind
there is no escape from the dualism of life
vanity of vanities
i am embittered towards humanity for its failures
yet i possess all of these same shortcomings
there is grief in wisdom, there is sorrow in truth
yet the heart of the wise is in the house of mourning
and by a sad countenance the heart is made stronger in time
so i embrace this burden and weep for the fools that chase the wind

david

revisited

hopeful, hopeless

"Human beings are not always aware of what they are feeling. Like animals, they may not be able to put their feelings into words. This does not mean they have no feelings. Sigmund Freud once speculated that a man could be in love with a woman for six years and not know it until many years later. Such a man, with all the goodwill in the world, could not have verbalised what he did not know. He had the feelings, but he did not know about them. It may sound like a paradox — paradoxical because when we think of a feeling, we think of something that we are consciously aware of feeling. As Freud put it in his 1915 article The Unconscious: "It is surely of the essence of an emotion that we should be aware of it. Yet it is beyond question that we can 'have' feelings that we do not know about."

is there still hope?

leanne

day two

day two of my fourth attempt in three months to stop smoking.

the longest i've went is one week so far and only gave in then to christmas peer pressure.

it's gruelling today.

maybe i should clean out my room.

booked a three day trip to paris today for march.

excited.

going to shoot for chicks who smoke.

so in between going to the supermarket today

i've been watching

les amants reguliers by phillipe garrel

and listening

and even better, it turns out to be paris fashion week when i'm there.

hello model smokers.

today looked like this

converse high-tops

all saints estelle skinny jeans, self-customised

american apparel tri-blend vest

hand-knitted jumper by my mother

christopher kane denim jacket

dorrian

february 14th.

i don't have any words tonight.
i do not know where i will find the strength to recover from this.
i watched everything fall apart so gracefully.
slow motion.
the angel left.
and now i am alone again.

I AM, AM I? WHO AM I?

these viral videos have been on youtube

for a while now but thought I'd share

them with anyone who hasn't seen them.

fingers are being pointed at Christina

Aguilera, Karin Dreijer, The Golden

Filter, Goldfrapp, Lady GaGa and a

few others.

they have been released in the following

order roughly two weeks apart for the

last two months.

regardless of who iamamiwhoami turns out

to be, this is some truly beautiful video

work here...

david

all lightness

mcqueen

devastating news yesterday regarding the death of alexander mcqueen.

a tragedy for the world to lose such a visionary genius.

rest in peace sir.

dorrian

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