Editor’s Note: This article was originally published in 2011 in the first print issue of the short-lived Sebastian magazine from London’s Hostem boutique. I thought it deserves a wider audience, so I decided to reprint it with permission. I made nominal changes, but its 2011 version, including the images, is pretty much preserved. ———————————————————————————————– The…
I am straight. This must be stated for the purpose of this article, because it’s about my history of buying women’s clothes.
Covid-19 made a desert out of SoHo. Few people on the streets, anxiety in the air, a strangely eerie space. But space nonetheless.
We wanted to finish our book week with several shorter reviews in order to give you a wider range of books to peruse while in quarantine, or at least furnish our take on them.
It seems that in the current state of the world, books based on the many cancelled exhibitions take on a new importance, providing a glimpse into what sadly many of us are missing out on due to museum closures.
“I believe in the power of clothes just as much as I believe in the power of photography,” so goes the opening of a short essay by the revered Japanese fashion photographer Takay in the new book of photography devoted to the work of Yohji Yamamoto.
Chris Killip is not a punk photographer, or a music photographer, or a youth culture photographer.
We hope you are all Ok. This week we will be publishing music mixes from our friends, and we hope they’ll help you pull through and let you discover or rediscover good music.
Over the past fifty years the photographer Nan Goldin has become the poet of the marginalized.
At the Sacai show Saturday I was thinking whether a designer who sticks to a formula will sooner or later tire her audience out.