March 23, 2008
I re-watched Factotum yesterday, and I still really love the film. The art direction is really nice and the colours of the set design really lend to a dry, somewhat bleak yet languid and poetic feel. I got on a big Bukowski kick last year and I recommend watching Factotum and Born Into This together -and of course reading his books.
There is an ornament in a scene where Hank and Laura go back to Laura’s apartment. On a cabinet is a gold tree with hanging leafs that move in a really beautiful way. I know I’ve seen this before, maybe at a random garage sale or thrift store, but I really really want one. It’s kind of kitschy but I really love it.
March 18, 2008
I know that editing is always key to getting to the point, but I couldn’t help but post all of my favourites from the Humanoid site. This Dutch company from the small town of Arnhem has been around for 26 years and their look is still very relevant and fresh. For their 26 year anniversary, in celebration they created a Jubilee Book which captures the essence of their identity and expresses it so poetically. In fact, their Summer 2008 collection is everything I am about. Despite my love of print, colour, and the avant-garde, my daily uniform consists of pretty simple stuff and the occasional play on volume (but I’m only 155cm, so I don’t overdo it).
Plus a giant loppy-eared rabbit is the show stealer of the site and since I’m ridiculously rabbit obsessed of course I’m gonna bite. So will the Easter bunny draw me to Arnhem in search of sweet goodies this long weekend? Yes….I think so.
March 17, 2008
March 16, 2008
Oooh my favourites from the A.P.C. new additions to the spring/summer line. So wonderfully classic and boring. Love the white laceup sandals!
March 16, 2008
I was in Brussels on Thursday. I didn’t have time to properly explore the city because of time constraints which sucked because recently I have heard many sing its praises. I did however experience the rudest and most bizarre service interactions in my life. I don’t really care to repeat them but let’s just say one involves and the stinkiest stink eye I’ve ever gotten and another includes a very inebriated, belligerent and sweaty waiter.
My exploration sadly was limited to walking up Dansaertstraat, which I had heard is the shopping street. Stijl was a really beautiful store but also very inaccessible for me and I had to avert my eyes when I caught site of a beautiful pair of A.F. Vandevorst boots. Moving on we almost called it quits and were about to head back into the centre when I saw a starck white storefront with ‘Waffles‘ emblazoned in cursive over the door. It was a shop for sneaker freaks, the limited edition whatnots and Wood Wood tees, and the proprietor was a really nice guy who directed us across the street to visit Alice Gallery. The front shop of Alice was an oasis of calm, fully stocked with great art and design books, really cute eco-sneakers by Vejà, and another friendly proprietor who, as I was perusing a book of Maya Hayuk’s artwork, told me she was actually downstairs in the gallery setting up a show. It is called Apocabliss opening this Thursday, 20 March featuring 12 American artists. He said she had been there for a bit already working on the show and that she was nice. I bought her book and her illustrations sent me into a dreamworld. All of the work of the artists featured in the show seem to have that effect; the colours cause one to be blissed out and totally uplifted. I really hope I get down there again to see it when it opens.
Something I didn’t get to see was Brussels’ fabled vintage shopping scene. I was really pissed off that I didn’t have the time to explore and dig as people have told me about them in squeals of delight. While I was cheered up by finding a couple sweet spots, I also sulked all the way home.
March 14, 2008
I am obsessed with collecting fabric wherever I go. I have accumulated one metre pieces from places I’ve visited around the globe, keep them neatly folded in a large sturdy shoebox, and revisit them once in a while to marvel at my collection of treasures. I can remember the time and place and most importantly the moment behind each piece. A bundle of beautiful cotton prints from Kanariya in Sapporo, shopping with my mum; a bunch from the many drop-ins at Dressew on Hastings in Vancouver, some honest ginghams from an old lady who ran the most organized though musty fabric shop in Parc Avenue in Montreal, the beautiful madras plaids I recently acquired from a shop in Paris whose name I don’t remember but know that the Project Runway team from a couple seasons back hit up on a Paris excursion. The memories attached to the yardage make it nearly impossible to cut up and make into something you never know will work until the end, at which point somehow the memory has mutated into something different from fabric in it’s uncut and virgin form.
Nothing is more satisfying than a rare score of fabric -the last remnants of a decades old roll, random factory samples from old European textile empires, finding “Made in Italy” woven into the selvage of one euro per metre fabric. I read this article and the accompanying photograph made me think I should make a scrapbook of sample slices and stories. It would be so beautiful. And not only that, include the names of secret spots with addresses and additional top secret info, perhaps pool together a bunch of contributors worldwide and publish and distribute this little exclusive black book of fabric secrets to contributors. Does this interest anyone?