Manolo Blahnik home holds that old, bourgeois charm that we often see in designers cribs (as photographed by Ivan Terestchenko’s lenses, the same who signed the YSL book a while back). Ladies and gents, welcome chezManolo Blahnik
The bed, the shark, the bullet: Besides his classmates from Goldsmiths College, Sarah Lucas, Tracy Emin and Damien Hirst, 46-year-old Mat Collishaw made the YBA movement the pivotal junction of the art world in the 90s.
At the legendary first Freeze exhibition he showed “Bullet Hole,” his best-known work until today—a large photograph, showing a head being fractured by a bullet. It paved the way for subsequent work dealing with controversial subjects such as diseases, transience, sex and violence. In July 1988, the legendary art show that was mainly organized by the 23 year old Hirst staged in London’s Docklands becoming one of those magical moments in modern art history where the likes of Charles Saatchi attended the students show and purchased art works of Collishaw and others. Since his debut, Collishaw, in contrast to his highly visible peers, always flew a bit under the radar.
A fusion of mystic symbolism and modern video technology, butterflies, Victorian science and imagery inspired by pathology books is till this moment the characteristics of his work. His fascination with popular source material and textbooks was part of the YBA revolt against abstraction.
Before we met Mat at his beautiful house in Southeast London, I read on the website of his gallery Blain|Southern a strong quote he once made about his art: “I wanted to punish the viewer … I wanted to supply content that had a high level of social responsibility. Not things that you could look at in a lazy or uncommitted way.”
With all this information making a impressions on us, we were pleasantly surprised about the friendly and well-mannered gentleman that welcomed us in his bright and spacious home just around the corner from Goldsmiths College.
Hoy os dejo con esta imagen que aun no necesitando texto alguno, puesto que ella sola nos lo dice todo, os adjunto el fragmento que Brian Ferry escribe en el post de su blog the blue hour. Espero que os guste tanto como a mi...
"When I was in L.A., I spent a lot of time driving (unsurprisingly).One hot & sunny day, I drove the length of Mulholland Drive, just to see it. I listened to a remix of Arthur Russell’s “This Is How We Walk On the Moon” on repeat.When I hear the song this morning in Brooklyn, I think of Los Angeles.Thanks for the CD and for the tip, David".
"Around 1985, when all the kids in the country were crazy about the movie “ Back to the Future,”I was travelling around America looking for my dream home. I was very young at the time, but I wanted to follow throught on the dream home I had pictured in my mind. In the fall of 1992, I found a small building lot in California and, scowling at my bank-book-which had little money left in it, I finally began to make a plan to build my own house. I will say that after a few years I ended getting up a house is now close to ideal for me as my residence taking everything into account".
Nov 14, 2011
No se si lo he dicho alguna vez pero me encantan los cuentos... y me encanta esta marca. Es por ello que dedico este post al precioso catalogo de esta temporada.
The name Conran conjures notions of Saarinen tulip tables and hyper-modern eateries serving neo-gastropub fare. ButJasper Conran—son of Sir Terence, a pioneer of contemporary home design since opening Habitat in 1964—throws these notions aside with his new book Country. Conran fils launched his womenswear label in 1978, catering to a well-heeled crowd, but this project was more of a rough-and-ready endeavor. “In the city you know what life looks like, it’s all at your fingertips,” he explains. “It’s not in the country, and I thought, I’ll go and have a look, explore, see how people live, and how they entertain themselves.” Despite “running out of petrol money” before they could venture out of England to other regions of the British Isles, Conran—along with photographer Andrew Montgomery—travelled over the course of a year to uncover the idiosyncrasies and beauty of the countryside, enjoying some unusual encounters along the way. Of an interlude with some gypsies, he says: “We ended up having our fortunes told a lot—by all of the women in the caravans. We had to cross their palms!” His fond descriptions of homes and locales illustrated by romantic photos often captured at dawn express the inspiration he found in everything from Mapperton, the home of the Earl and Countess of Sandwich, to Tremedda Farm in Cornwall to wrestlers in Grassmere, Cumbria. “Their mothers embroider their kooky little shorts and tops through the winter— I love the whole visual,” he says of the latter. Some new traditions made it into the book as well, such as the music celebration Camp Bestival at Lulworth Castle on the Dorset coast. Brimming with national pride, Conran says: “We’ve got an embarrassment of wonderful things in the country to look at and participate in.”