the MAN_ Jay-Jay Johanson is one of the most stylish men on the planet. Period. Ever since his debut album, Whiskey (1996) he has sported a perfectly dishevelled shirt on his album covers. Nobody wears a shirt better. I especially like the Grandad shirt he chose for the cover of his new album, Self-Portrait. More on that later. For now, let’s focus on the man himself. How do you define sex appeal? Is it possible? Some might prefer an immaculately […]
I quite like this_ FANTASTIC Man N° 11 MASPALOMAS | photography: Benjamin Alexander Huseby | Styling: Jodie Barnes | Model: James Wells | Its refreshingly simple. Shoot nude-coloured clothes on a nudist beach. That’s it. To the point, witty and quite beautifully done. pages 140-148, €7.50/ £5.00/ $10.95. GO GET IT. Out now.
Once again, I’m drawn toward a Chanel ad campaign. It’s interesting to see how brands translate their catwalk message in 2D. Some show no product, some place emphasis on what sold the best, others on what reinforces their brand image the most. In all cases they strive to tell a story that will convince Joe Public to part with cash. However, in some cases an emphasis needs to be placed on con. (Both French and English meanings.) What I like […]
As I flicked through the April issue of American Vogue – a mercifully thin, advertising-light edition – I noticed that every one of the three or so editorials were in the same style despite being the creative fruits borne from different creative minds. Grace C, Edward E, David S and so forth. All major players yet how come this similarity and reduction of their efforts to Dynamism? “Dynamic”. I loathe that word. Especially when used in the context of fashion […]
YE HEAVENS OPEN FORTH!!! I think I’ll make my flight on Monday, after all. But let’s not get too hasty and tempt fate. Tempting fate seems to be a special talent of mine but never for good things, mind you… What better way to celebrate than a digital skyline, courtesy of my transfer cache on Vuze? Rev up ‘em engines, baby! This little birdie needs to fly!
Flicking through last Sunday’s The Observer’s supplement and I came across this article by Alice Fisher. Initially, the vitriol rose, nostrils flared – bull, red flag, boiling point. But in all fairness I was a bit judgmental. Ms Fisher’s piece is more of an Observarion. Very Observant, seeing that you would have to be blind to miss this trend. O, plaid shirt wearer, how I love thee. In the article, Topman design director, Gordon Richardson, quasi-boasts that sales of pl*!D […]
Oh, no. Oh, hell, no! Sat in a restaurant. Dinner. Thursday night. Probably about forty diners. Roughly a 50/50 split between men and women. I count 10 men wearing some form of plaid shirting. Enough! E basta, as the Italians say. This. Has. Got. To. Stop. If I see one more BLOODY PLAID SHIRT AGAIN I THINK I WILL EXPLODE. But I wont, of course. I will just have to grit my teeth as yet another too-cool-for-school twat saunters by, […]
Thanks, ‘sis, for alerting me_ Acapella  OMG! I HEART Kelis. Was kind of thinking where the hell she was, the other day. Well, prayers answered, box ticked. Her new video is out on YouTube. After Beyonce and Lady Sodding Gaga’s load of codswallop its great that La Kelis has returned to stake her hold on that much fought after crown. The song’s a grower. A leftfield, trancy uptempo/ slow tempo track produced by the proverbial Will.i.am. Clever. Hints of […]
Graffiti. Its universal. Public art for the public by the public. It’s also age old. The cavemen were at it. Its nothing new. Some loathe it. Some love it. Most of us carry on with our daily lives and just accept it. Or stop seeing it. Jean-Michel Basquiat made it cool. The art establishment lapped up every colourful splatter. He also brought it full circle with his neo-tribal approach. I guess we’re still cavemen at heart. Last week Topshop flew over […]
Ok, I know I’m jumping the gun a bit here. Ever so slightly. The spring blossoms have barely fallen off the trees yet! I was sorting out some boxes of research and came across these two images from my collection of old photographs. The first image is so beautifully composed. I like the movement. The ball looks like a freeze frame eclipse hovering over the stylish girl’s head. White bermudas and a leopard print halter. Perfect. I also like how […]
In my earlier post about the film Kiss Ass I mentioned Barbara Carrera, who starred in 80′s action hero spoof, Condor Man. She’s probably better known for playing Bond girl Fatima Blush in Never Say Never Again. She rocked some super-fierce looks in that one. I just remember her being incredibly beautiful and HOT! Half-American, half-Nicaraguan, she was a precursor to the Brazilian bombshells of the noughties like Giselle Bündchen. Anyway, as summer approaches with its untold promises of hot […]
OK, must have hit the Cava pretty hard when I wrote the last post. I cringe ever so slightly. Talk about being forlorn! And ever so slightly arrogant. It all came out a bit wrong. Ah, well, such is life.
Ok, I’ve been doing this for nearly 8 months now. 8 months! I started this blog on a whim – bored one rainy day in August. I have a very short attention span and I guess it was sort of a challenge to see if I could keep it up for more than a month. I’m talking about blogging here. I am also prone to being puerile from time to time! I didn’t realise how much hard work blogging is. […]
Pound shops. Don’t you just love ‘em? Everything on sale for just a pound – ish. They always seem to have just what you’re looking for. The other evening I was walking along Hoxton Street when I noticed a crowd of people stood outside a shop, knocking back the vino, chatting, laughing, carrying gaudy paper bags. Another art gallery, I thought. I was kind of right. It turns out that it was the opening night of The Poundshop, a pop […]
I’ve never really been into comic books. The closest I came was Beano and the occasional sneaky peak at my sister’s stash of Judy and Bunty. Nuff said. I saw Kick Ass tonight, a spontaneous choice as Alice In Wonderland was not showing, and I’m glad I missed Tim Burton’s apparently flawed film for something that, well, kicked ass. There have been hypocritical moans from the media about the extreme violence, especially when coming from a foul-mouthed 11-year old girl. […]