103 posts tagged nyc
REST AFTER THE JUMP
Sorry kids, is this too many photography posts in a week? But seriously, you guys — that photo of Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe on their balcony that everyone ever loves has been done to death and we still love it, but check out these images of the two of them, shot by Judith Linn (who teaches at my alma mater, and who I definitely had no idea was hanging around Manhattan with Patti Smith before she became, you know, some other art professor at my college.) A book of the images just came out, and the show opens at Feature on the LES tomorrow evening.
More after the jump.
While when it comes to NYC street photography I tend to rave mostly about Bruce Davidson (I’ve blogged about Brooklyn Gang probably like sixteen times by now for real) and while the slick, stylish urban glitz of his work creates a romantic vision of this city which I can’t get enough of, Helen Levitt is among my favourites as well.
Along with Walker Evans and Henri Cartier-Bresson, Levitt’s widely considered part of a triumvirate of great street photographers of the early twentieth century. Her work though somehow seems more empathetic than either of theirs — almost always candid, frequently of the elderly or children, unpretentious and somehow restrained. Levitt was an unobtrusive photographer — even when Walker Evans snapped photos of subway riders from a camera hidden in his overcoat, he framed and edited them to look like formal portraits. In contrast, Levitt was one of those photographers who chooses the awkward images: the imperfect shots, mid-gesture, that look more like film stills than paintings, frames from a hidden surveillance camera rather than calculated representations.
As compared to Evans’ more polished, clean portraiture and Cartier-Bresson’s decidedly Parisian glamour, Levitt’s work is gritty, uncomfortable, and occasionally downright weird — somehow the most honest portrayal of New York of the three. Her photographs of city streets, which range from the 1920’s to the 1990’s, somehow still always seem familiar despite the distance in years, as if she’s captured something quintessentially New York that persists even today.
More after the jump, as usual.
Bevel. Kind of obsessed with these ear cuffs and wishing the strange face-armor was, you know, work/life-appropriate. I love the creepy, organic, almost exoskeleton-like feel to everything: it looks like the decayed bones of some small animal or like the cracked and sea-worn remnants of crabs and shells you find on the beach. [[via Jesse//CreateBuildDestroy]]
More after the jump.
more old film. august thru december, disposable cameras.
It’s like #GPOYW, except it’s a Monday, and it’s mostly recent photos of a handful of my excessively cool/well-dressed friends from the past months. Soon to be followed by the, uh, six rolls of film I’ve forgotten to get developed since the summer. Hot damn!
I’m sorry, how cool are these? This summer I queued-to-post-but-didn’t (this is how this blog actually works, by the way, as if it was run by a CRAZY PERSON) KT Auleta’s hardcore-inspired spread with Tasha Tilberg from Twin Magazine, because it, I don’t know, felt weird and stylized and like too clean or something, and I felt like I was maybe only into it because they totally made her look like the girls I had crushes on in high school when I was going to craptacular NJ hardcore/emo shows before I actually knew that I had crushes on them and thought I just wanted their moshpit sweat/haircut in like a really intense way or something, and because the styling was just, like, how I dress on a daily basis anyhow.
SO here as a replacement half a year later, we can post these actual photos from the hardcore scene in NYC from the days before CBGB was a John Varvatos store, which are way more awesome than any Twin editorials anyhow. Also, the lady that took them supposedly ended up being in The Silence of the Lambs and Grey’s Anatomy? Oh, okay. More after the jump. [via SB+TVC]
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Much like I posted this past summer, here’s a week’s worth of winter outfits… dressing myself for NYC’s messy, cold weather requires some concessions to the elements. Every morning usually seems to involve putting on layers until it looks good, and then piling on more until I’m warm, but leaving enough flexibility to peel some off for overheated indoor spaces. I always prefer layers of heavy wool tights and heavy boots over jeans (omg pants dragging in slush WORST THING EVAR) and while I’ve usually been a miniskirts-and-combat-boots kind of girl, but this year, longer skirts and lace-up knee-high boots have been my uniform, along with lace, fur, and knits mixed with with grey and green variations from my usual black-and-white.
1 | dress LNA cardigan american apparel boots urban outfitters
2 | dress american apparel corset, lace shirt h+m drape vest oak boots aldo
3 | velvet skirt lyell tank alexander wang cardigan allsaints belt aldo boots urban outfitters
4 | shirt helmut lang jacket h+m jeans acne boots dolce vita
5 | dress cheap monday shirt free people fur vest h+m boots aldo
Oh, hi there, girlfriend showin’ up in my googlereader at Jezebel, SocImages, and Autostraddle. What’s up? The original’s over at Dis Magazine with a lil’ blurb about haircuts and performativity and Judy B and an all-too-brief mention of my beloved CYBORG THEORY (don’t ever tell me feminism isn’t fun). You can also buy the poster there (though I’m not sure how I feel about you having a photo of my gay hair poster child sigoth on yr wall.)
Incidentally but also Dis- and hair-related, above aformentioned gay hair poster child and I went over to the New Museum last weekend for the Dis folks’ lil’ talk about hair scrunchies, which I also meant to post about here, but it took a few days to recover from the trauma of the involved X-files fanfic reading involving Scully’s hair scrunchie and Mulder alone in his office late at night.
The more I look at it the more I like this FW/10 collection from Siki Im, which I had the opportunity to see in an expandable-foam-like-snowdrift-skate-ramp-glass-box-diorama-situation this past Friday at the HL23 gallery space for the final installment of Building Fashion, a series of installations highlighting collaborations between architects and designers. Im’s background as an architect and as a designer for both Karl Lagerfeld and Helmut Lang is obvious here, along with some pieces reminiscent of both a more subtle, office-friendly Rick Owens and that sort of 90’s Margiela deconstructed minimalism. While marketed and modelled as menswear Im insists the collection isn’t supposed to be distinctly either, and as excited as I got about uber-pro-looking wool manskirts paired with ties, chopped up blazers, and chunky knits, it was the restrained and decidedly-un-bondagey matte leather accent pieces which really did it for me. I’m still coveting those double-wrap bracelets that go over both the knuckles and wrist, and love the single-strap, belt-like harnesses keeping some of the other pieces in place.
While I’m at it, I know I’ve been terribly AWOL lately, due to any number of infinite reasons - but I’ve been writing up a storm for both Gucci Goth (here’s the absurd mix I made for our week of mixes) and Oaknyc’s Oakazine (recent pieces on Gabriela Marina Gonzalez and Barbara I Gongini.) Both of which, you know, you should probably be reading as well.
First ever trashtastic Halloween costume turns out to be, uh, probably the trashiest thing I’ve ever worn, so perhaps I’m glad that this awkward photo is the only somewhat full-length of the getup? I was psyched on how many people came up to me (from Top 8 to Visionaire’s impossibly classy Halloween party at PS1, which involved some of the wildest and most elaborate costumes I’ve ever seen, though there also were about 18 models dressed as cats in Miu Miu cat collars and Karmen Pedaru in that red velvet Altuzarra catsuit?) screeching about the awesomeness of Blade Runner. Though I did also get asked if I was Taylor Momsen a few times. WHICH I REALLY FEEL OKAY ABOUT.
shorts alexander wang
mesh shirt, tights, thigh highs, etc american apparel
The American Museum of Natural History was one of my favourite things EVER as a kid: I really, really liked dinosaurs and rocks (no, really, I was really into rocks), and also any excuse my parents had to take me into the city. As an adult it’s no less awesome, but the whole place seems vaguely like a giant decaying Hall of Colonialism, Native/Primeval/Primitive People In Glass Boxes, Strange and Outdated Dioramas, and Obsessive-Compulsive Nineteenth Century Taxonomy. What makes it even weirder is the contrast between parts of the museum - the Hayden Planetarium and parts of the dinosaur halls are all shiny glass and chrome complete with interactive computers and touch screens, whereas the Hall of Minerals, a strange multi-levelled mass of grey-carpeted stairs where the crystals are still labelled with typewriter-font-labels claiming they came from Yugoslavia and the USSR, apparently hasn’t changed at all since I first saw it sometime in the mid 80’s. Nor has the section on New York ecosystems, where the crumbling dried leaves, taxidermied woodland creatures, and dusty hand-stenciled dioramas complete with strange clay miniatures are set into pine-panelled walls next to hand-painted murals. The whole place somehow functions as a relic of weird old Americana without even trying to be, and I hope they never change it.
It also is basically a giant box of internet tumblr memes, like, uh, dark rooms full of triangles and crystals, dinosaurs, wood panelled walls, marginalization of brown people, weird animals, bizarre malproportioned watercolour/pastel/coloured pencil drawings of extinct weird animals, and gift shop kitsch. More photos after the jump.
Yeah. About that.
I feel like someone parodies an MTA service changes sign like once every six months and yet it still never fails to amuse me.
usual bimonthly picspam time: my friends are all lovely and stylish and awesome! monday in the park + friends from the uk + a few other miscellaneous from september through now. after the jump.