Showing posts with label Balenciaga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Balenciaga. Show all posts
Gael Garcia Bernal + Michel Gondry + Charlotte Gainsbourg
Charlotte Gainsbourg and Gael Garcia Bernal in Michel Gondry's The Science of Sleep.
Watched this two years ago. Still haven't forgotten Stephane, the artist played by Bernal who couldn't distinguish fantasy from reality in his mix of hallucinations.
I think his character was convincing, to a significant degree, because what he wore was likewise very different from what those around him were clothed in.
His purple suit gave him license to incite surreal scenes.
It was also his strange personality that endeared him to his soft-spoken neighbor, Stephanie, played by Gainsbourg.
Notice that even in dream sequences, the color of dress of the two characters contrasted.
The suit and the sweater were like Spanish and French: one bold and the other complicated.
Stephane's suit reminds me of an outfit from Yves Saint Lauent's 2008 Fall/Winter collection, which is both brave and refined.
Stephanie's sweater, which Gainsbourg found and suggested for her character, looks gray from afar, until all the flecks of color appear upon closer notice.
It is the same for the beauty of the French singer and actress.
In dreams, emotions are overwhelming.
And so I guess are the colors of suits and the accessories that come with them, not to mention dreamy women.
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This contrasting of characters through color was also used by Gondry in his more popular film, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Primarily through Kate Winslet's hair.
You look like a tangerine!
In this film, memories take the place of dreams, binding with reality to create surreal sequences.
For both The Science of Sleep and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, eccentricities make way for the otherworldly.
Can we say the same for beauty?
Can certain eccentricities and subtleties offer us a glimpse of attractiveness that can be called otherworldly since it cannot be possessed?
Not held by specific features or facial structure.
Beauty that is fleeting and exists outside of oneself.
Seen only through her eyes.
Appeal that transforms as it moves between youth and maturity, femininity and masculinity, innocence and malice.
In daily life and across her various roles on screen and in glossies, something certainly radiates about Charlotte Gainsbourg.
Her own eternal sunshine.
Photos from men.style.com and The Fashion Spot
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GQ Style: Poseidon
The god of the sea rises. He is mortal.
'Poseidon', GQ Style 6 Spring Summer 2008
Photography by Nathaniel Goldberg. Styling by David Bradshaw
Model: Patrick Petitjean at Success
For quite some time now, androgyny has been the new plaything of menswear. Though much of it has drawn inspiration from 80s Japanese designers, a significant force that drives "androgyny" are simply cross-dressers.
Cotton t-shirt, Gap Red; bead necklace, stylist's own
On the other side of the coin is raw masculinity.
Print shirt, print shorts, sandals: all Gucci
So strong that it can be expressed even with shin-length kaftans (of course, not to exclude skirts!).
Silk kaftan, Lanvin; plaited leather cuff, Burberry
But this attribute, I'm afraid, cannot simply be worn or assimilated.
Nylon shorts, Raf Simons; glass bead necklace, Pebble
You simply have it - like igneous, which has no layers - or you don't.
Towelling top, Bottega Veneta; swimming trunks, American Apparel
This kind of appeal is its own skin - evident from a man, whether he has a three-piece suit or just swimming briefs.
Vogue Italia editor Franca Sozzani once stated, on the topic of dressing men and as part of the reason she wanted to take over L'Uomo Vogue: "...we had seen too much of the intimacy of men. Men had been stripped down too much!"
This may be true, and many men may still smart from the embarrassment of such exposure.
T-shirt, top (worn on head): both Rick Owens; paisley swimming briefs, Etro; plaited leather cuff, Burberry
But beauty will always have its own dignity, male or female, no matter who the perceived audience, and no matter how many layers of clothing expose or conceal it.
Hand-dyed kaftan, Tween
Stripping down, covering up: they are part of the motions of the seasons.
Vest, black swimming briefs, printed swimming briefs (worn beneath): all Dolce & Gabbana; top (worn on head), Rick Owens; sandals, Balenciaga; plaited leather cuff, Burberry
Masculinity can stand on its own, stays the same covered with leaves and fruit, or simply bare.
Swimming trunks, American Apparel; goggles (on trunks), from a selection, Thom Browne
Strong, because behind it is identity that bears its own confidence, can do without necklaces and headpieces.
Jersey top, Rick Owens
Or whatever accouterments meant merely to be worn, not grafted like second skin.
Wrestling leotard, from a selection, Calvin Klein; top (worn on head), Rick Owens; leather sandals, Balenciaga; leather cuff, Hugo Boss
Weekly inspiration: Coats and cardigans

Things get a bit strange and sometimes overwrought, during these weeks of transitioning from summer to fall.
Linus is snapped here during a sunny day in Paris, with his Lanvin coat, which looks almost as light as a windbreaker. Though I thought I loved his hair best, I changed my mind. I like the fragility of his necklace.
Shoes, Hudson; pants; Raf Simons; tee; Alexander McQueen; bag, Balenciaga; sunglasses, Ray Ban

Greg from Reykjavík combines a traditionally patterned cardigan with what looks like a giant money-print tee. With the hat and the casual jeans, the total look is nordic hillbilly.

Finally there's Wiktor from Copenhagen, whose outfit just escapes description or category. Like an awkward Macaulay Culkin who's finally discovered he loved fashion, so made a mad dash to all the things he could grab in the closets of his mother, father, older sister and brother, not to mention his spinster aunt.
But it miraculously makes sense — the old necklace and the leopard print shorts with the preppy shirt, tee, and coat. Though the top and bottom parts of this picture seem to belong to two different people, the fact that they are both Wiktor makes him an amazing individual.
Happy weekend!
The art of Ryan McGinley

I was assigned to do a "test article" for Status magazine in Manila. They asked me to write, in 250 words, about photographer Ryan McGinley's new book Moonmilk. So, true to form, I read everything I could find about him.
I became so immersed in his previous work — both commercial and purely artistic — that I wasn't anymore thinking about the article, much less figuring out how I could fit my excitement within the word limit.
Here is one of McGinley's spreads for Missoni's Fall 2009 ad campaign. The action shots not only give justice to the terrific pieces and the styling but place them in the context of carefree youth for which McGinley is known for.

At 24, he was already exhibiting at the Whitney Museum of American Art and was named Photographer of the Year by American Photo Magazine. The book of photos on show was The Kids are Alright.
You can see from this picture that his portrayal of youth is fresh and free of irony.

His aesthetic is as much about movement as the expression of free spirit.


His vision may be idealist (the life that many youths want to lead or how they want to see themselves), but it is vivid, unhampered, and endearingly vulnerable.

This shot of men running naked was used as an album cover.


Yes, there is the absence of pain, or the denial of it, but McGinley's images preserve the precious, fleeting moments that stay in our memories.

The tender naivete exemplified by these ads shot by McGinley for Levi's.








Youth is sink-and-swim.

For McGinley, the days are neither muddled nor traumatic.

They just pass.

And come again.

Kids rise and walk on clouds.

Skid on waves.

Dive but don't sink.

His starry-eyed images have also been appropriated for ads for Balenciaga.

Starry-eyed and smoky.



Except for the clothes and the models, ad pictures look no different from his regular fare.


Ryan mostly takes images of his friends.

Only lately has he gone into the business of casting.


Outdoors or indoors...


He lets us in.


Have they been in that tub since they were small?

For a few years, Ryan has brought a couple of friends roadtripping across America. To stop at various locations to snap random and unplanned pictures. Nudity may only be part of his method to allow what's within to be unclothed and captured on film.

Finally we arrive at Moonmilk, McGinley's most recent collection shot in different caves, none repeated.

The artist admits that this has been his most ambitious and excruciating project.

"Moon milk" is an iridescent crystallized substance that one finds in caves. His images also come as strange and almost alien.

The rock formations have been untouched for thousands of years. It makes sense to take pictures that bring us back to the primordial. To the genesis or the fountain or the source of the substance of youth in McGinley's images.

The scene for darkness unravelled by the colors of long exposures.


Of total abandon. Returning to the border, the crevice, between language and intelligibility, and the ignorance of perpetual silence.

Moonmilk is the scene for youth's ecstacy.

Strangely, this image of a boy and a grizzly bear reminds me of Gus van Sant's Elephant, a movie about a school shooting. This image provides a counterpoint, the separation and interaction between the innocent and the brutal: the balance.

Designers like Hedi Slimane have provided images of men on the edge of innocence, pushing a new aesthetic. Photographers like McGinley provide the same thing.

He plays with boundaries, ridicules standards.

While staying within them.

"We are animals" is a Wrangler campaign shot by Ryan.

Quite apt, you may say.

It amplifies the youth's inability to project pathos or inherit their parents' guilt.

Yes, soon enough everybody grows up.

Not just McGinley's friends and models.

But also he himself, and with him, his aesthetic.

Yet always, at any age, at any era, we return to the bars, the fields, the caves, and trees of youth that adults are quick to dismiss as "wasted".

Nevertheless, fashion brands will always exploit it for its trends.

Youth will always be fun, uninhibited, and innocent.

As long as new generations inherit the mantle of being young.

As there will always be a market for sneakers, McGinley's images are timeless.

Less stylized than Hedi Slimane's, they are more raw.

While looking less naive.

More intent, more naked.


And here is McGinley taken by Slimane.

Naked in a tub shot by Juergen Teller for Marc Jacobs.

Yes, many may dismiss McGinley's work as pretentious and plastic — easily adaptable by fashion brands because of their intentional lack of depth.
But isn't that what happens to all our pictures once our memories fade and all we have are images to remind us how beautiful life once was?
Most images sourced from http://fuckyeahryanmcginley.tumblr.com
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