Craig Lawrence invited me to see his knitwear collection in the Central Saint Martins BA graduate fashion week show. Quite rightly he secured the prestigious last position in the already brutally edited list of 40 designers. Hooray! And it didn't disappoint. Although this picture is poor, it is a hint at what garments will be cropping up in the most exciting editorial of the next 6 months I'm sure! Watch this space...................
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
Sunday 25th May: Credit Crunch @ Kashpoint
Matthew Glamorre and Bishi re-instated their legendary club night Kashpoint for a special one off show to launch Bishi's new single. Kashpoint was the original showcase for underground artists and gave the likes of Gareth Pugh and Carri Cassette Playa thier first platform show. Although the start of the evening was a playground for new gen Kashpoint debutantes to flaunt thier inspired regalia, it was the end of the night when the old guard took over the dance floor and showed how things should be done............
I never did work out who was inside a silver pyramid that would occasionally appear from the ether. I was especially surprised when it collapsed in a magic trick without a trace of the inhabitant. To add to my surprise, I stumbled across said costume today dumped on Old Street...........2 days after the event and a different side of town to the Moonlighting Club of Soho............the mystery continues...................(it can be seen just behind Bishi in the pic from Sun night)............
I never did work out who was inside a silver pyramid that would occasionally appear from the ether. I was especially surprised when it collapsed in a magic trick without a trace of the inhabitant. To add to my surprise, I stumbled across said costume today dumped on Old Street...........2 days after the event and a different side of town to the Moonlighting Club of Soho............the mystery continues...................(it can be seen just behind Bishi in the pic from Sun night)............
Sunday 25th May: Tales of Ordinary Madness
Here is the impeccably turned out Paloma Faith who has just been featured in the current Nylon magazine's feature on London's rising talent. She is putting on a night of entertainment next weekend with the following acts: Ed Harcourt, The Langley Sisters and VV Brown. I think it will worth going along just to see her outfit from what she was telling me!.................. See her myspace for details of "Tales of Ordinary Madness".
Sunday, 25 May 2008
Saturday 24th May: Nan Goldin
Quite possibly one of the best cultural events I have ever attended. And in my 28 years I have seen my fair share...........
Like a religious sect honouring their God (Nan Goldin) at their place of worship (Tate Modern) we filled the floor of the Turbine Hall, sat on the floor intranced in one direction............ mesmerised by the gigantic screen which ran slideshows of her most iconic works and the missing links inbetween to reveal the whole story.................
The visual overload was accompanied by a sensational symphonic soundscape courtesy of 2 performances. The first by John Kelly, a contemporary of Goldin from NYC whose voice was so accomplished it made your spine tingle and eyebrows rise off your forehead. The second was composed by Patrick Wolf and performed with his family (quite literally with one) of musical collaborators. As the images morphed in narrative, Patrick's set sequentially switched in perfect timing. The emotional trip through Nan's lifes work came to an end with an extensive dedication list to the friends she has lost along the way. Although it punctuated the realisation of her subject's sufference, I think it was more an indication to celebrate their lives through sharing the moments she captured in spending time with them.
Sorry to get a bit sincere. The objective of the blog is to share colour and delight but occasionally I may derail when its neccessary!
(Here is photographer Bella after the show)
Like a religious sect honouring their God (Nan Goldin) at their place of worship (Tate Modern) we filled the floor of the Turbine Hall, sat on the floor intranced in one direction............ mesmerised by the gigantic screen which ran slideshows of her most iconic works and the missing links inbetween to reveal the whole story.................
The visual overload was accompanied by a sensational symphonic soundscape courtesy of 2 performances. The first by John Kelly, a contemporary of Goldin from NYC whose voice was so accomplished it made your spine tingle and eyebrows rise off your forehead. The second was composed by Patrick Wolf and performed with his family (quite literally with one) of musical collaborators. As the images morphed in narrative, Patrick's set sequentially switched in perfect timing. The emotional trip through Nan's lifes work came to an end with an extensive dedication list to the friends she has lost along the way. Although it punctuated the realisation of her subject's sufference, I think it was more an indication to celebrate their lives through sharing the moments she captured in spending time with them.
Sorry to get a bit sincere. The objective of the blog is to share colour and delight but occasionally I may derail when its neccessary!
(Here is photographer Bella after the show)