Looking over the body of work of the London jeweler Shaun Leane, may leave you with visions of bipolarity.
Covid-19 has raged through America and the rest of the world for a while now, allowing for a lot of so-called reflection from the fashion media.
With each video I watched, the same questions kept popping into my head. What exactly am I supposed to review?
There is something peculiar about the fact that punk refuses to die even in the current pop culture landscape that has been thoroughly taken over by vapid commercial music that celebrates everything punk abhorred.
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.