IMAGE

Seeking out the human experience. I want to feel it all. Let me be in pain, let it hurt. Come out of the comfort. Step out, smell the rain beat down on the concrete. Feel its sting on your skin. Raw, cut and dry, the bare basics of this world. Let me feel the fear, the real empathy. Don't shelter me. I know nothing of this hardship. Down and out. Blue, through and through. I've got my best jeans on. But logic can't solve this. You haven't felt. You can't have because you haven't lived. What good is education without experience? People work for nothing you know. You're one of the people yet you run like you're from money. I'm no more foolish than the next. You silly people, you perform so well. Take frivolity as your companion. She'd be happy to have you. 

I wish it was the summer of '94 when we stood by the gate and watched the storms come thick and fast. It restored the rightful blue of the pool and discharged the air. Things were simple. But the stuff stored in the walls has followed me here. And I'm no where close. That chasm is still gaping and the new spring light will surely have an effect.

Strange creature you are, going wandering, and all by yourself. Hot as a pistol, clear as a bell. You're alright- it's just another hopeless Wednesday. But surely if you wanted honey, you'd just buy honey and not apricots. Bite down hard- you've been put on artist watch. And still your face won't crack. It's visceral. What is going on? Don't ask me, I'm no more informed than the next. But I will tell you I'm not afraid to say too much. You're just a fashion image. Couldn't you at least try to make it cinematic?

PAULO SUTCH

DONNA TROPE

NOTTING HILL

THROWAWAY

I can be whatever you want me to be. Magnetic and unhinged. The first of her kind. Ravenous. Work now and live later. The first to move. Stroke to the horizon. Lucid pearly whites. Bodies with minds to match. Catapulted- stay close and hang on. The burden of perfection is weighted and predisposed. Give trust without knowing. You feel too much. So delicate, so fine your intuition. You fall so hard. It changes things. It stops things, you're sensitivity is a hindrance. Complexities and smoke screens. What's real and what is not real- you question perspective. It's haphazard. You get overlooked. Pick your moment because that moment is it. Don't forget this is business. It's not about you. Objectify yourself. What exactly can you do and what exactly does that make you good at? The hunted becomes the hunter. In two minds. Don't mess with the underdog. What do they say- that being somebody doesn't make you somebody? Emote and hope for a response. They will never throw you away. When you meet people you never know if they'll disappoint. And there is something honest in that.


SELF SERVICE
PIRELLI
HELMUT NEWTON
PARIS VOGUE

GAME-CHANGER

Lift and tone. Reduce and sculpt. Don't PLAY the game. It's not dignified. This is, you are THE GAME-changer. Tell them to look elsewhere. Have some humility ya' POSER you. WE WANT women of ACTION. WE WANT THEM to wear electric blue Lycra and be next to BARE. WE WANT to see heels and BIKES, silk and CAPS, shearling and SPORTSWEAR. Throw it on. GO for a run. 

THIS TIME

This time. It wasn't. It didn't. It couldn't. Work. Who said? Sadness is a lot to bear. Pack, shift and shelter. Lie low. Let bitterness sit and let it settle. Take it. Relearn. Remember. It's okay. We're just kids. Time will expand. Blunda. Close them. Stop seeing what you saw- it's gone. But there's more. Go under, let the salt sting. Wait. Listen for the crash. Water, it makes a mess. Don't forget to wash your hair. It's Saturday- turn it up. This world was built for two. Stop falling- you'll find it underfoot. Pace it out. Shake it off. I'm coming to see you. 

Lana Del Ray 'Video Games'

Darren McDonald

THE BOOK

 

A book is much more than the paper, ink and glue it's made of. Its materials are merely a hold-fast, its over-arching purpose to communicate. Printed on blank sheets it carries the voice of its time. It's content holds history in the illustrations, photographs and words. It describes the fashion of an era- what was of interest, what was important, what people wanted to know more about. They exist as a legacy. Lined up on the shelf or stacked in pile - immortalised, woven and bound. To be collected, cherished and passed to the next generation. 

Carine Roitfeld Irreverent & I'm With The Band by Pamela Des Barres is on order and yet to be acquired is The Beautiful People's Beauty Book by Luciana Pignatelli.

GIRLS IN SHIRTS

Girls in shirts are impossibly cool. All nonchalance in their cotton cuts. Without the interference of underwire and straps it sits cuffed, sleeved and collared. Covering the curves yet somehow enhancing femininity. She's the kind of girl who likes to hang out with the boys. A quintessential tomboy. She gets their humour and can mess with the best. Not the kind you'd expect to draw the eye of a man despite the fact that she's no plain Jane. But they do want her though she's unaware of her appeal. Empowered by the androgynous cut- a girl can be a woman in a shirt.

I SAW YOU

I saw you first. I saw you through your work. Inexperienced and naive. Reserved and exposed. When it was just a hobby you picked up in some lobby. I saw white space and black lines. You have something. It can't be manufactured. You can't be taught. I saw movement in a paragraph. It moved. The images fell through the words. Gone. They disappeared. There's no context without image and no meaning without text. Collaboration is seamless in theory. What's mine is yours and yours is mine. But when the work is done we'll see what we become. There will be nothing more to find. Are we the fortunate ones?

Darren McDonald

The Droge and Summers Blend 'Two of the Lucky Ones'

Cindy Lauper 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'

SOMETHING NEW

Show me something new. Throw away the generic. There's no place for it here. Start from the beginning. Strip it back. Show me something that cracks a smile. Give me something I can keep. Something I will want to keep. Do it don't talk about it. Let it be a messy process. Pour yourself into its pages. Be a maverick, a renegade. Let it be awkward in its youth and forthright in approach. You'll know it when you see it. When the weight of the paper hits your hands. It will be everything we want it to be. 

Jessica Miller for Vogue Germany
Image curation via Designspiration

ELEGANCE

There's something elegant about destruction. Knowing destruction, either out-sourced or self-inflicted. An understanding of the consequences and the acceptance that it will happen. It comes slowly, unravelling, mixing business with pleasure. It drains and clarifies. There is both a sense of control and a loss of it all at once. The quiet before the storm. Energy gathers and the air thickens- momentum amasses. Let pre-conceived ideas go. This is a new elegance.

Images Jeanne Damas, BASICWONDER