Sun Dec 11
Tue Dec 6
Alexander Fury Lives Up To His Name
Alexander Fury lived up to his name today, when he took to twitter to rant about one Alexa Chung. I know, this ain’t a news blog, and this type of thing you’d more expect to read on Jezebel, but give me a break, I just had to use that pun. Chung, recent recipient of the British Style Award two years running, is basically one of those fashion floaters who cruises on by, adorned with such labels as “muse”, and “fashionista”. That is to say, she basically doesn’t belong in fashion at all. So when Alex Fury was viewing the Chanel Paris-Bombay pre-fall collection on Daily Mail, and he was suggested an irrelevant article by said site about whether or not Alexa Chung was looking too thin, Alexander Fury became—for lack of a better word—furious. The unique part of this entire rant was that it was extremely direct (albeit one-sided), with Alex blatantly coming out and saying, “I HATE ALEXA FUCKING CHUNG SO MUCH”, and, among other things, calling her (my favourite) Alexa “Cow Dung” Chung—definitely a zinger. The irony here is that Alexander Fury is mostly known for his exacto-knife prose in pinpointing a collection, with a critical voice that is, dare I say, among the top echelons of fashion’s critics (i.e. Tim Blanks and Cathy Horyn). While he is used to taking a back seat and critiquing from the comfort of his office chair in a one-sided, indisputable conversation, it just seems a bit of a shock when he attacks somebody so personally. Not that I care for Alexa Chung at all. I, too, would place her among the top echelons of cow dung. But let’s be fair. All this is intended to… what? Make her go away? Make her feel bad? Both? At least it’s some good hearty fashion entertainment that you don’t have to pay for, because let’s face it, that collection was Bom-boring. [Edit: Alex Fury emailed me to make a correction about my lack of information, and to add: “I actually liked the Chanel collection. The ivory outfits with sari drapery and sarouel arrangements around the hips were beautiful, although I’m not a fan of brocade pedal-pushers”].
Mon Dec 5
Karim Sadli + 032c
Leave it to Beaver (read: 032c) to come up with a creative way to expand on the visual horizons of Italo Zucchelli’s chef d’œuvre that was the CK Collection F/W 2011. I want every piece here, mostly because I know that if I were given the money to afford anything resembling something more high fashion than Zara, I would splurge on these padded nylon-sleeved (at least, I’m guessing nylon) sweatshirts. Karim Sadli shoots Jakub, a Julius Gerhardt look-alike (although that’s a stretch in the modeling world), looking fairly neanderthalresque (coining a new term) on a couple of boxes and stuff. The pairing with seemingly intellectual, Warhol inspired silk screens, mostly in black, gives this editorial a depth it would otherwise lack. I feel like Hans Ulrich Obrist or “Cathy Horyn: On Editorials”. If that job exists, dear readers with the power to hire, I’m your candidate. This new issue, available while quantities last and in no way am I getting paid to say this, needs to be picked up A.S.A.P.
Sun Dec 4
Thomas Lohr + Sleek Magazine / Lowdown
Thomas Lohr puts a new spin on the shaved head. Too many editorials have featured bad haircuts, or Cole Mohr getting his head shaved. There should be a fuck yeah models getting their head shaved tumblr, because there are so many crummy examples that I’m too sloth to find. I swear all of the ideas I put on here that don’t get acted upon could really turn into million dollar ideas. Anyways, the point of this is that Thomas Lohr is still as brilliant as ever. I don’t think he has ever slipped up, which in terms of photography, means quite a lot. Just check out his website. I may be a bit partial because I met Thomas when I was in Paris and have a really great story about it: I was sitting at the Damir Doma menswear show, all by myself in the second row (there are only two rows, before you get excited) and as I haven’t yet figured out how to be fashionably late, I was there on time (read: excruciatingly too early). Naturally, I occupied myself with my phone since I know absolutely nobody who attends these types of things, and I sent a message to Thomas on Facebook that said something like “Hi Thomas, I hear you’re in Paris for the shows? We should get together it would be great to meet you and thank you for shooting for Husk”. Meanwhile, the place starts to fill up and these two guys sit down beside me. Everyone does the regular rearrangement because dissatisfaction with the seating plans always reigns. I’m staring into the abyss—fashionably, of course—when a hand reaches around and taps me on the shoulder. “Trey?” says the man belonging to the hand. It was Thomas Lohr, sitting—wait for it—two seats away from me. Destiny. We ended up celebrating over a burger at the Buffalo Grill. That’s another story…
Sat Dec 3
Peel Away the Outer Shell
I’ve been attending a party with children (follow me). It’s my output when I have little input. I’ve been busy working on closing the February issue of Husk (follow us), and a cool project with Justin Wu (follow him). Hopefully more cool stuff to come when I have more time. We’ve got a lot of exciting stuff for this new issue—working with some pretty impressive photographers and have lots of stuff to say. If you haven’t yet, check out the interview with Vinz Hölzl, Husk’s founder and my co-editor on The Avant/Garde Diaries. He’ll explain everything, including the tag line peel away the outer shell I came up with to put some meaning behind the word Husk. I’m learning a lot about artists, editorials and random interesting stuff trying out tumblr the way “other people use it”. I used to just come on here to post something I found and then left. I now understand the addiction behind everything. However, I have yet to run out of cool things to find.
