gpoyw - taking ourselves seriously™ edition (featuring birthday girl Jane)
Gary Simmons Starlite Theatre 2010
Simmons uses cold wax and pigment on canvas to create these haunting images of Americana past. (via hydeordie)
I just had a conversation with Gary about his new show - he was my mentor in college and is still a great friend. Shortly before meeting him I discovered his work via Richard Meyer, he’s one of my favorite artists and one of my greatest influences. The show is amazing, if you’re in New York you should definitely check it out.
Dora by Cobrasnake
These photo shoots are even more fun than you would imagine. Go buy things from Mark and live a fabulous life!
STYLE / FASHION
I’m really sad I wasn’t able to make it to NYC for Jeremy’s show, but it was amazing, as always. And Mark’s fashion week pictures are really my favorite, they have a unique style unlike typical runway photographs.
A few friends IMed me and emailed me this morning saying they saw my photo of a friend on Gizmodo for the headline article, Bad Valentine: On Finding Awkward, Geek Love as well as on site banner.
The photo is licensed as Creative Commons Attribution / Noncommercial, both stipulations are disregarded as Gizmodo is a commercial site and I did not receive credit, nor was I asked permission for use of my picture. I’m used to seeing my photos used without permission or credit on style and fashion blogs run by individuals, but not by a media brand, one of the largest and most recognizable sites online.
Would this be acceptable from WIRED or the New York Times? I don’t really care on a personal level, it doesn’t bother me that they used my photo or that they didn’t give me credit, but I think the larger issues of journalistic accountability online and copyright adherence need to be addressed if digital content and traditional media are to be valued equally.
Ivey in my favorite Alexander McQueen scarf, partying last summer
When someone dies, they become a saint, a genius, everyone’s favorite author / actor / pop idol / whatever. Growing up Roman Catholic in a small town, people were obsessed with death, they don’t have much else to talk about, and I believe much of the allure of celebrity is drawn from the way we obsess over their deaths, the tributes we offer, the way we grant them the medieval indulgences for all of their sins and momentarily fall in love with them, it’s the antithesis of obscurity. And it’s pretty fucking lame.
I don’t know about McQueen’s personal life, his demons or his sadness, but as a designer he was a genius, he was one of the best. He made some of the wildest, coolest, most forward-thinking looks that shaped the style of the young and fabulous, the style of my icons and of my friends. When he was alive I always listed him as one of the best designers of our generation and I will continue to do so.
