On April 2nd Black Asteroid, who often plays at our events and contributes mixes to the magazine, will be releasing a new EP called “Dust” on the aufnahme + wiedergabe label.
If you are a frequent reader of our magazine, you will know that our love for Alexey Titarenko’s ghostly grayscale photography is certainly not understated.
For this episode we caught with Cintra Wilson, one of our absolute favorite writers, the former Critical Shopper for the New York Times, the author of several books of cultural criticism, a one-time StyleZeitgeist magazine contributor, the mother of our most favorite phrase that keyboard ever put onto computer screen, “If Marni is post-sex, Comme des Garcons is post reason,” and an all around brilliant punk.
If you happen to be in Dallas or within driving distance of it, you may treat yourself to one of the most quietly exciting exhibitions to kick off 2021, that of the fashion photographer Paolo Roversi.
In any other year I would probably be in London today. Think of this guide as an exercise in catharsis, and not only for me. Perhaps you’ll read it and it will inspire you to visit London whenever you can travel again.
Richie Hawtin on the Interdisciplinary Nature of Creativity (and That Prada / Raf Simons Show Soundtrack)
The Prada Spring / Summer ’21 collection co-designed by Raf Simons would’ve been big news in any season, but even more so in one where much excitement has been torpedoed by Covid-19.
In this inaugural episode our host Eugene Rabkin, the editor of StyleZeitgeist, introduces the podcast and discusses how the climate of overzealous political correctness stifles creativity in fashion
“So this is 1992. This is the crowd near the subway station. But not where I took it first. So, if you look at it from this time, you see this area that’s very busy.
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.
Covid-19 made a desert out of SoHo. Few people on the streets, anxiety in the air, a strangely eerie space. But space nonetheless.