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    Top: Moschino Ad 2014

    Bottom: Ryan Trecartin

    Both deal so heavily with popular culture and the “now” it would be a match made in heaven. Trecartin’s aesthetic is quite a bit messier than their traditional advertorials go for but I think that not only would that be key for garnering a younger demographic, but for shaking up the brand. To be a fly on the wall during the meeting between Trecartin and Jeremy Scott! I feel like their desire to one-up each other would be overwhelmed by their deeply compatible visual sensibilities and compulsive need to create something new and now.

    More Fantasy Hiring.



    July 23, 2014, 1:00pm  

    Top: Tom Ford Sunglasses Advertisement

    Bottom: Taryn Simon Nuclear Waste Encapsulation and Storage Facility

    Simon has a way of making even the grotesque and horrifying look rich and beautiful, can you imagine what she would do if she started out with the rich and beautiful?

    Fantasy Hiring.



    July 23, 2014, 12:00pm  

    Top: Celine Ad by Juergen Teller 2012

    Bottom: Elad Lassry

    Like I said earlier, here is my first Fantasy Hiring.

    Nothing against Teller, I love his aesthetic, but I think it would be interesting to see what a talented absurd colorist could do with a Celine ad. It’s tangential, and I think the transition would be a smooth one, but I feel like Lassry could push their ads a bit further into a really unique and take notice territory.



    July 23, 2014, 10:44am  

    Top: Mert & Marcus for Stella McCartney 

    Bottom: Marilyn Minter

    Today is brought to you by the letter M.

    I mean, if you’re going to be paying what I am sure is an extraordinary day rate for Mert & Marcus, at least get something better than a bad Minter rip off. 

    If you think about it, a lot of these advertorial photographers day rates are well over $100k, why not hire the artist?* Or at least try? Or at least try to get something original? 

    That is going to be today. I’m going to post my fantasy artist/fashion collaborations. 

    *Besides the obvious that the artist doesn’t want to participate. 



    July 23, 2014, 8:19am  

    I love this rock too much.

    I love this rock too much.



    July 22, 2014, 10:46am  

    Top: Jesse Hoy

    Bottom: Peter Coffin



    July 22, 2014, 9:18am  

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    July 21, 2014, 11:54am  

    Left, John Cage, from Lecture on Nothing, 1959. Via. Read it in its entirety. Right, Lutz Bacher, from the series Sex with Strangers, 1986, 9 B&W photographs, framed, 72 x 40 inches each. From the exhibition at Galerie Bucholz, Köln, April 2014. Via.
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In Sterling Ruby’s 2009 video installation, “The Masturbators,” male porn stars jack off alone. Recently, while interviewing him for an unrelated magazine piece, I asked Ruby what it was like to work with the men. He told me that when the porn stars came in, they were mostly full of bluster, like—you want me to what? That’s it? Ruby nodded. Then watched as, one by one, the professionals couldn’t finish the job. Some of them broke down, almost crying. One screamed repeatedly to turn off the camera. Another got so upset he threatened to break down the door between him and the smaller man, the artist, and beat him up.
Ruby said a smart thing: that it was embarrassing to be a man, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He also said he thought the US porn industry, a phrase I can’t tell if he meant synecdochically, was cruel for telling men to come on command. I agreed, but I also thought the men broke down in their small white rooms, one at a time in front of one camera, because they’d never before had to be the lone objects of a gaze. And, lacking the feminized receptacle without which the dick can’t exist, they began to feel, for perhaps the first time in a while, the embarrassment of just being human.
Sarah Nicole Prickett, from The Ultimate Humiliation, for n+1, May 2014. Via.
See also, The Masturbators.
via fette

This reminds me of the lack of exploration into the idea/repurcussions of the female gaze and D’Angelo after his (in)famous video Untitled and the subsequent tour:
Worried that he didn’t look as cut as he did in the video, he’d delay shows to do stomach crunches. He’d often give in, peeling off his shirt, but he resented being reduced to that. Wasn’t he an artist? Couldn’t the audience hear the power of his music and value him for that? He would explode, Questlove recalls, and throw things. -Questlove

    Left, John Cage, from Lecture on Nothing, 1959. Via. Read it in its entirety. Right, Lutz Bacher, from the series Sex with Strangers, 1986, 9 B&W photographs, framed, 72 x 40 inches each. From the exhibition at Galerie Bucholz, Köln, April 2014. Via.

    In Sterling Ruby’s 2009 video installation, “The Masturbators,” male porn stars jack off alone. Recently, while interviewing him for an unrelated magazine piece, I asked Ruby what it was like to work with the men. He told me that when the porn stars came in, they were mostly full of bluster, like—you want me to what? That’s it? Ruby nodded. Then watched as, one by one, the professionals couldn’t finish the job. Some of them broke down, almost crying. One screamed repeatedly to turn off the camera. Another got so upset he threatened to break down the door between him and the smaller man, the artist, and beat him up.

    Ruby said a smart thing: that it was embarrassing to be a man, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He also said he thought the US porn industry, a phrase I can’t tell if he meant synecdochically, was cruel for telling men to come on command. I agreed, but I also thought the men broke down in their small white rooms, one at a time in front of one camera, because they’d never before had to be the lone objects of a gaze. And, lacking the feminized receptacle without which the dick can’t exist, they began to feel, for perhaps the first time in a while, the embarrassment of just being human.

    Sarah Nicole Prickett, from The Ultimate Humiliation, for n+1, May 2014. Via.

    See also, The Masturbators.

    via fette

    This reminds me of the lack of exploration into the idea/repurcussions of the female gaze and D’Angelo after his (in)famous video Untitled and the subsequent tour:

    Worried that he didn’t look as cut as he did in the video, he’d delay shows to do stomach crunches. He’d often give in, peeling off his shirt, but he resented being reduced to that. Wasn’t he an artist? Couldn’t the audience hear the power of his music and value him for that? He would explode, Questlove recalls, and throw things. -Questlove



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    July 21, 2014, 11:46am  

    brianvan:

    I feel like I need hydeordie to explain this to me or at least explain the part why I have not heard of this yet at all. Is this completely illegitimate and shady, or is everyone so far up their ass in the art world that they can’t be bothered to learn about a MASSIVE complex that just opened up right under their noses?

    Holy shit! I didn’t know about this either, I was going to go to sleep but now I’m going down an internet k-hole to find out about this Mana dude.



    Reblogged from Fortune Favors The Bold.

    July 20, 2014, 11:13pm