This week find out more about the Tunisian model who is planning on turning the tables for some Tunisian artists in the New York art scene.
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This week find out more about the Tunisian model who is planning on turning the tables for some Tunisian artists in the New York art scene.
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A Great Voyeur of 20th-Century Fashion: Illustrator Antonio Lopez Celebrated in Posthumous Monograph and Retrospective
Written by Gabriel Ruas Santos Rocha
Throughout the history of art and style, countless extraordinary fashion illustrators have left an indelible mark, though many have faded from public memory over time. Puerto Rican-born Antonio Lopez is undoubtedly among the most vital of these figures. After years of lingering in the background of mainstream fashion history, his legacy is being brought back into the spotlight. In a major tribute, publisher Rizzoli is releasing Antonio: Fashion, Art, Sex & Disco, inviting readers into the glamorous, kinetic world of the supreme chronicler of fashion’s golden era between the 1960s and 1980s.
Across his drawings and photographs, Lopez captured the most magnetic personalities and sharpest minds of his era—from designer Halston and Pop Art icon Andy Warhol to supermodel Pat Cleveland. All were framed through the visionary lens of an artistic partnership: behind Antonio’s signature was his lifelong creative collaborator, Juan Ramos. It was Ramos who anchored their creative output, steered art direction, and ensured their work commanded maximum cultural resonance.
That enduring cultural footprint forms the core of this 304-page volume, curated by brothers Mauricio and Roger Padilha—the creators behind the 2009 best-seller The Stephen Sprouse Book. “Both of us were deeply inspired by Antonio’s work, and we hope future generations can experience the magic of his vision,” Mauricio notes.
Lopez, who passed away in 1987, saw his illustrations grace the covers of leading magazines, define major advertising campaigns, shape editorial layouts, and influence runway concepts. His visual language inspired designers ranging from Anna Sui and Norma Kamali to his close friend Karl Lagerfeld. In fact, it was through Lopez that Lagerfeld found the creative momentum to emerge from the shadow of contemporary Yves Saint Laurent and solidify his reputation in Paris.
Antonio: Fashion, Art, Sex & Disco does more than chronicle Lopez’s life; it places the reader directly inside the duo’s creative epicenter. Lopez and Ramos were constantly surrounded by a dynamic circle of muses and confidants—including Jerry Hall, Jessica Lange, and Grace Jones—turning everyday life into an ongoing artistic salon.
Over three decades, their work transcended static page spreads, embedding itself in the collective visual culture of the era. “I don’t believe anyone else has surpassed his ability to capture and translate the social climate of his time through illustration,” Roger Padilha observes.
Lopez’s influence on menswear was equally transformative. The integration of bold color palettes, luxurious textures, and flamboyant silhouettes into men’s fashion owes a significant debt to his daring personal style. Flamboyant and uncompromising, his peacocking drew constant press attention and helped spur the rise of men’s lifestyle and fashion publications tailored to an audience eager to emulate his look.
“He continues to influence the fashion industry today—and he certainly influences us,” say the Padilha brothers, founders of New York creative agency MAO. “Antonio lived his work; to him, there was no division between art and life. We strive to operate with that same philosophy.”
New York audiences will also have the chance to experience Lopez’s legacy in person. Through October 6, the exhibition Antonio’s World is on view at The Suzanne Geiss Company in SoHo. Spanning three decades of illustration, photography, and mixed media, the show presents an immersive installation as bold and dynamic as the artist himself.
Article originally featured in Harper’s Bazaar Brazil, September 2012.
Here is my latest article for Look Books, on the superb book Antonio – Fashion, Art, Sex & Disco. The book was edited by Mauricio and Roger Padilha, of MAO PR, for Rizzoli and is a must read. Read below or view the original by clicking here.
Who could ever imagine that the same model who was once featured on more than 40 covers of Cosmopolitan magazine would turn into a biologist? I certainly couldn’t, but in this week’s Model Musing I had the opportunity to chat with the stunning Fabiana Tambosi to find out what’s so attractive about genes and cells.
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This week, Model Musing would be giving full frontal if the website wasn’t G-rated. I took the liberty of posting the actual picture which Samuel de Cubber was talking about, here in my blog. He is really proud of it and I didn’t want to keep any of you from seeing why.
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I have once again interviewed the artist Danny Roberts. This time we talked about his collaboration with the iconic jewelry brand Tiffany & Co. Have a look at the original after the jump or below.
The Model Musing column this week features Daniela Lopes and her memorable ad for Dolce & Gabbana’s fragrance Light Blue, shot by none other than Mario Testino.
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This week’s Model Musing involves a pig and a lot of laughter. Have a look at what the model-photographer Zuzana Lettrichova has to say after the jump, or below.
How many people can say they had their pubic hair combed by Tom Ford? Not many, but the subject of this week’s Model Musing column certainly can. Have a read after the jump or below to find out more about Christopher Camplin.
When news broke that Supermodel Carol Alt was about to launch another of her raw dieting books, “Easy Sexy Raw” I remember thinking – “oh no, here we go, yet another diet book from a celebrity!”. I also remember thinking that Carol looked pretty fabulous in our last encounter a couple of weeks prior to that. I was left curious by the premise of her book and the fact that this was one of many in a line of best selling books about the same subject: living a lifestyle that incorporates raw foods to improve the quality of life.
It’s only natural to pay attention when you hear a certain book is a best-seller, but after three hits in a series, you must look closely. And so I did. Carol Alt’s books are not simply diets, like the Atkins or the South Beach, they truly are a way of living that has worked for hundreds of thousands around the globe and has found in Alt their biggest supporter and spokesperson. Adept of this intriguing principle of only eating raw foods for nearly twenty years, Carol’s excitement when talking about her books and her health is not for nothing. After being sent back home by a director in the midst of shooting her TV special “Carol Alt & Friends” at the age of 34, because her body wasn’t in swimsuit condition, this Sports Illustrated supermodel, known internationally for her beauty and sculptural body was shocked. How could the star of the show have let go of herself like that?

This week’s Model Musing column on Look Books features the Brazilian stunner Liliane Ferrarezi.
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Beverly Johnson is not a fearful woman, she knows what she wants out of life, and she takes it. From a very young age she decided she needed to help in her family’s income and so she went on to become a model. In her early career, Beverly was given the honor of having her face stamped in the cover of Vogue, the most prestigious magazine in the world. That alone would be an accomplishment for any model, but the year was 1974 and Ms. Johnson was the first woman of color to ever be featured in the cover of Vogue.
From that moment on, Beverly Johnson would never again be just a model, she had become legendary. A part of the newly formed division entitled Legends, at New York’s Trump Models, her placement there could not be more suited. At a time in which everyone is a supermodel, to be recognized as a legend is quite distinguishing, even more so, because Ms. Johnson is from an era in which the term “Supermodel” wasn’t even invented.
Legendary Beverly Johnson remains. In 2012 she has launched a reality TV show in Oprah Winfrey’s network, OWN, and the rise to success of her newborn endeavor in the world of cosmetics in a partnership with Target. The first ever “Modelpreneur” continues to amaze us.
After more than 40 years actively working in the entertainment industry, Beverly’s career has produced more than 500 magazine covers, advertising campaigns, beauty contracts, runway shows, two books, movies, tv shows and an extensive list of charity work.
Ms. Johnson’s most important accomplishment however was not in front of any sort of cameras, but in the privacy of her home: her daughter Anansa, with whom she now shares a home alongside her granddaughter and son in law. Beverly’s Full House is not just the title of her television series, but a description of what her life has become; a life full of great accomplishments and happiness. Here Beverly tells us a little more about her full life.
Published on Peninsula Magazine.
Out today on Look Books is an interview I did with the legendary supermodel Beverly Johnson.
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The year was 1983, and the collaboration between Maripol and Madonna would go down in history as one of the era’s most iconic fashion partnerships. The punk-influenced look—composed mainly of rubber jewelry and crucifixes created by Maripol for Madonna’s Like a Virgin album cover and music video—became a global phenomenon. However, that was just one among many projects Maripol brought to life.
With a sharp eye for style and innovation, Maripol was not only styling looks but also generating original art and concepts. Working as the creative director for Fiorucci, she drove the buzz surrounding the brand’s legendary New York store, catapulting their designer jeans into the mainstream. “We brought in lamé jeans on Monday, and by Wednesday, we had none left. Even Calvin Klein said he was inspired by Fiorucci to design jeans,” the artist notes.
The innovative rubber jewelry worn by cultural icons like Madonna and Grace Jones was designed entirely by Maripol in the NoHo apartment where she still lives today. The pieces became a sensation: Maripol opened her own boutique and developed custom merchandise for Madonna’s tour. However, rising to prominence before robust copyright and patent protections existed ultimately led to the closure of her company.
“How can you survive when millions of people start making terrible knockoffs out of cheap plastic? Mine was genuine rubber. I had a factory in Hong Kong and wanted to support the rubber industry in Malaysia by creating ethical jobs. Nobody else cared about that—it was pure greed. Now I understand what it feels like for brands like Prada when their designs are copied everywhere.”
Though closing the business was a setback, it did not slow Maripol down. Positioned at the very heart of the downtown New York art scene alongside Andy Warhol, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Keith Haring, and Debbie Harry, she and her peers created whatever felt urgent and authentic.
She went on to produce and direct documentaries like Crack Is Wack and music videos for artists such as Elton John and Cher, continuing to experiment across different media. With the feature film Downtown 81—which she produced alongside Glenn O’Brien and Edo Bertoglio—she captured a definitive cultural artifact. Depicting a day in the life of a then-emerging Basquiat, the film stands as a vivid, honest portrait of their era.
Two constants have anchored Maripol’s career: relentless curiosity and a Polaroid camera. Widely recognized for her instant photography, her work has been exhibited in international museums and featured across leading art and fashion publications. In 2005, she released the monograph Maripolarama, followed in 2010 by Little Red Riding Hood(published by Damiani), which offered a comprehensive look into her extensive body of work.
Her journey with Polaroid photography and design remains ongoing. In 2010, inspired by an ’80s revival while compiling Little Red Riding Hood, Maripol partnered with Marc Jacobs on a capsule collection for Marc by Marc Jacobs, drawn to how his Bleecker Street boutique echoed the energy of Fiorucci. The 17-piece collection of jewelry and apparel introduced her distinct aesthetic to an entirely new generation.
Now focused on independently relaunching her namesake line, Maripol shows no signs of slowing down. Few artists can genuinely claim to have shaped the visual identity of a generation, but Maripol did exactly that.
Last week I sat for a talk with Inga Savits, an accomplished model who recently started her own shoe brand out of Milan. Her love affair with designing for fashion dates from long before her modeling years and it’s interesting to see how she took advantage of her work as a model to pursue her dream of becoming a shoe designer; and a great one too.
Already in her third collection, Inga’s designs have been spotted in red carpets across the globe and in collaborations with emerging french designer Alexis Mabille.
Have a look at the full article here or read below.
Dan Murphy is a bright young fella. A model, entrepreneur and hockey instructor, he is the kind of guy you can sit next to and have a chat about nothing for hours. It doesn’t hurt he’s good looking too.
I featured Dan in the latest Model Musing column for Look Books, and you can have a look at it here or read below.
Enjoy!
Who knew male models could be so smart and interesting? I did!
For many years I’ve had to defend my male model friends, as people see the profession in a very dumb and marginalized way. The same doesn’t happen with female models. But why?
In an effort to show the true beauty of men, I have now started to include them in my bi-weekly Model Musing columns on Look Books. My goal is to show the beauty that these men carry inside them, and to show that being a model is not only about looking good in the picture or having perfect abs.
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In my Model Musing column two weeks ago, an interview with the Australian bombshell and musician Cheyenne Tozzi who is finalizing her first album to be released at the end of 2012.
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This week I spoke with the Dutch model Lisanne De Jong for my Model Musing column at Look Books.
Have a look at the full story here or read below.
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The more you gaze at Claiborne Swanson Frank’s portraits of women, the more your mind wanders: Who are these women? Where do they come from, and what were they trying to convey when they sat for these photographs? An image that might initially appear simple begins to unfold stories—some drawn from what you may know about the subject, and others sparked purely by imagination, as many of the women remain unfamiliar to the viewer. It feels akin to studying the Mona Lisa, wondering about the sitter’s era, what prompted her to pose, and what her world was truly like.
In American Beauty, Swanson Frank shares stories of accomplishment—of women who excel in their fields, pursued their visions, and embody a sense of authentic beauty that the photographer sees in women everywhere. Across the more than one hundred portraits collected in this volume, readers gain insight into the lives of these subjects and understand why they inspired the photographer. Along the way, the portraits also reveal much about the artist herself, whose passions and sensibilities are mirrored in the people she documents.
Here, Claiborne shares her thoughts on her landmark monograph, American Beauty.
In your book, there is a quote by Carrie Latet about never waking up from the American dream. Do you feel you are living the American dream—or at least what that dream represents today?
I feel very fortunate and honored. I am definitely living my dream, but I believe the American dream is fundamentally about striving for your greatest potential. Each of the women in this book, for instance, is the product of her own version of that dream, and that is the central message. I have never met two women with the exact same aspiration; they come from diverse backgrounds and have distinct stories to tell. I tell those stories through portraiture.
What were your criteria when choosing your subjects?
As an artist, I need to feel inspired. All of these women contribute to society in meaningful ways, but ultimately it came down to intuition and the creative spark I felt when learning about them.
Through the process of documenting these women, did you discover things about yourself that you were previously unaware of?
Definitely! This project began as a personal portfolio, which grew into an exhibition and eventually evolved into this book. Because I wanted it to be a genuine collaboration that captured who these women truly are, the process also helped me discover my own artistic identity—I truly became an artist through it. It has been a wonderful gift to follow my intuition and realize how much I had yet to learn about myself.
Did you anticipate from the beginning that the project would feature such a diverse group of women?
I was very intentional about celebrating diversity. The country is in a dynamic place, and over the past decade, the role and representation of women in society have evolved significantly. Looking at my own heritage, I am American with a blend of Cuban, Swedish, German, and French roots. That is why I enjoy asking people about their backgrounds—our unique mix is what makes us distinctive.
What about the men in your life? Will they have the opportunity to sit before your lens?
Probably not. I have an amazing husband and great respect for men, but my creative focus and passion lie in capturing the beauty of women. To me, women are the ultimate expression of that elegance, and that is what drives my work. Furthermore, I find that many men today are hesitant in front of the camera. That feels like a missed opportunity, as portraiture was once widely embraced by men, and I do believe every remarkable man deserves a timeless portrait.
American Beauty is published by Assouline and is available at Assouline boutiques worldwide and online.
*Originally published on Lookbooks.
Another week, another Model Musing, this time with Carolina Fontaneti.
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Danny Roberts is a a very inspiring young man. At the age of 13 he was already creating his own t-shirt line and by the time he was 23 he was already making collaborations with brands like Lancome and Harajuku Lovers. Not many with twice his age have.
I was fortunate enough to interview him for Look Books and you can read the result right HERE.
Enjoy,
x
Born into a family led by an artistic matriarch and raised by parents who shared an artistic sensibility, Nick Turner grew up surrounded by creativity and visual expression—influences that fundamentally shaped his identity. Born in Boston, Nick was raised in Maine and homeschooled until age fifteen. His next chapter took him to France, where he completed his International Baccalaureate at the International School of Toulouse.
Nick went on to study at Parsons Paris, packing his bags for the City of Light. During his time at Parsons, he navigated a debilitating period of depression, finding solace and direction through his artwork. It was during this period that he met photographer François Rousseau, who was working on the monograph Atelier, inspired by Patrick Grainville’s novel L’Atelier du peintre. Rousseau cast Nick as one of the central figures in the book, portraying the archetype of the tortured artist—a natural role for Turner at the time. Their connection developed into a close mentorship that solidified Nick’s commitment to pursuing art as a serious lifelong path.

Shortly after, Nick relocated to New York to finish his degree at Parsons. Arriving in Manhattan was a sensory shock; having never visited before, he was struck by the city’s relentless pace, flashing lights, crowds, and ambient noise. He recalled “walking in the shadow of so many tall buildings and places I’d only seen in films”—life suddenly felt cinematic.
In New York, Turner’s career quickly gained momentum. He began photographing models in his preferred aesthetic: raw, candid, and often set within untouched natural landscapes. His evolving body of work soon caught the eye of prominent figures in the art scene, including Clic Gallery, which began showcasing his prints in both Manhattan and East Hampton.
Now preparing for his second solo exhibition alongside his debut book project—both centered on his signature raw, organic visual language—Turner shares insights into his creative vision.
Who are some of the artists who influence your work, and why?
I grew up around artists. My grandmother was a painter, and I spent a great deal of time watching her work; as I get older, I can distinctly feel her presence in how I create and think. Naturally, there are several well-known artists I deeply admire. Jenny Saville is by far one of my favorite painters; I recently saw her work at Gagosian in New York and was blown away by her portraits in person. I am also very inspired by Peter Lindbergh’s photography—it feels grounded, often with a documentary sensibility that I love. Russell James is another photographer I respect; there is something remarkably clean and elegant about the way he captures women.
Your work reveals an intimate relationship with horses. Why horses?
I grew up riding competitively in Maine. I’ve always felt grounded around horses and share an instinctual bond with them. I am deeply affected by the people and energy around me, and horses are similarly perceptive creatures that respond directly to emotional nuance. Growing up, I rode with a formal saddle and traditional attire. Today, I ride bareback most of the time. There is nothing more invigorating than sensing the power of a horse moving beneath you. To me, they embody purity, truth, strength, and beauty all at once. A quote often attributed to Winston Churchill always resonates with me: “There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.”
What is the connection between the women you portray and horses?
Humans are not as detached from nature as we often like to believe; we are still animals at our core. Women and horses share striking parallels: grace, resilience, power, and sensitivity. I continually look for those qualities when photographing either subject, whether together or independently. Capturing that visceral dialogue between a horse and a woman has been a driving concept for me, even if the exact emotion can be difficult to articulate in words.
You are primarily known for painting and photography. Are there other mediums you wish to explore?
Definitely. My formal training is in drawing and painting; photography evolved naturally along the way. Film is the medium I want to pursue next—starting with short films and gradually moving toward larger cinematic projects. When working on location, I tend to visualize scenes through a cinematic lens rather than as static frames.
You have traveled to remote coastlines in Iceland and Scotland. What draws you to these environments?
I am instinctively drawn to desolate, stark, empty landscapes. The energy in those places is quiet and inspiring; it makes me feel alive to experience nature in its raw, unmediated state. Whether looking at a scene through an artistic or aesthetic lens, that elemental beauty in both humans and nature is the most compelling thing to capture. In the black sand beaches of Iceland, the ocean, and the volcanic peaks, you feel the weight of the landscape rather than merely seeing it. Art requires that kind of depth. Spending too much uninterrupted time in studios or cities tends to make me feel claustrophobic.
What qualities do you look for when directing your subjects?
Sincerity and unforced moments. I avoid overly theatrical poses or having models simply act out a generic concept. I want to photograph the authentic person. A shoot becomes difficult if there isn’t genuine trust and openness between us. Through the camera, you register whatever the subject is feeling, so establishing an honest rapport is essential. I prefer an organic process where the session unfolds naturally, very much like building a painting without forcing the outcome.
If you could collaborate with any woman as the subject of your photography and painting, who would it be?
Lara Stone. Her presence and features have an elemental, magnetic quality unlike anyone else. Given my current work exploring strength and raw beauty through women and horses, she stands out as an exceptional muse.
What is your primary ambition as an artist?
To bring the concepts in my head to fruition with complete creative freedom, and ultimately to create work that connects with people on an emotional level.
Do you believe there are limits to creative ambition?
Not inherently—only the boundaries you place on yourself. However, realizing long-term goals requires immense patience, which is something I am continually learning. Every shoot and project is an opportunity to refine the process and push past previous benchmarks. That drive to improve is what constantly expands the scope of what I want to create.

Visit Nick Turner’s website to explore more of his portfolio, and follow him on X and Instagram: @nickodt.
Jeff, who lives at home, is a stoner, a lazy ass, a failure in many different senses of the word, a sci-fi geek and also a grown up. Jeff, however, is also passionate, kind-hearted, a dreamer and a believer. Jeff believes in destiny, he believes life has something special in store for him. He just doesn’t know what it is yet.
Driven by his ideals and beliefs, Jeff picks up a random sign given to him by “destiny” and chooses to follow it. He knows in his heart that the clue he was given will lead him to his purpose in life. There are no half measures with Jeff, he will not stop until he has achieved his goal.
From the less than average life that our anti-hero lives, in a household in which his mom (played by the ever so brilliant Susan Sarandon) could not be less supportive and understanding, Jeff finds himself in a less than fortunate situation. To make matters worse, Jeff’s path crosses with his prick of a brother, here embodied to perfection by none other than Ed Helms. From here on, the two brothers embark upon an unexpected adventure filled with inexplicable accidents and coincidences, each searching for his own unique goal. Their mother, oblivious to her boys’ shenanigans, sits at work dealing with her own mystery: a secret admirer that appears in her instant messaging service in the midst of a terrible personal crisis.
And so our characters go on their search for something; something that is not yet immediately clear to them, or the audience, but one that certainly becomes more and more intriguing, like in a good mystery that yearns to be solved.
I had the opportunity – via the kind invitation of Gen Art, to meet with one half of the Duplass brothers, Mark Duplass, who brilliantly co-wrote and co-directed the screenplay with his brother Jay.
Mark displayed nothing but fascination for Jeff’s unique way of embracing destiny and awe for the actors with which he and his brother were working. Mark explains: “This movie is more heavily plotted than our previous ones, it has many ins and outs, like a good detective story, but it still maintains a sense of improvisation, because the way the actors say their lines is totally their own, they recreate the lines, the script here works merely as a guideline to what is happening in their story, but the way they say it comes from their heads, and this is what keeps the movie exciting and fresh, and this is why we needed to have the help of these guys, Ed, Jason and Susan, who are so brilliant in what they do.”. Taking from cinema verite influences, the Duplass brothers continued to create freedom even in the way their scenes were shot, allowing their actors to perform without boundaries, much like a documentary, where a camera follows the subject and not the subject following the camera.
But the movie, which at times can take a few steps too far into its own charade, takes flight in its quiet metaphors for life that become more and more compelling towards the end – the metaphors that show us that there is after all a method to this whole madness, and that life has beauty in its system of working things out. The plan is often unclear, but the ability to enjoy the ride and appreciate the ups and downs is what makes the difference. To learn from our own mistakes, to grow and to graduate from them is the great accomplishment and, in some cases, the better-diploma.
Ed Helms, also at the event, had similar feelings about this movie. “At first I did not like this character, I thought he was a dick and I did not want to do it (the movie), but towards the end of the script I realized that Pat (his character) didn’t like Pat either and that he wanted to become a better person, that he saw where he needed improvement, and that made me want to be a part of this movie.”.
“Jeff, Who Lives at Home” is one of those movies that makes you feel, even at the worst of times, like there is always room for improvement, and that the possibilities in life are endless. As long as you trust fate and read the signs (whatever you think they may be), it is never too late to allow yourself to learn and pursue your own destiny. You still have, at any given time, a chance to make it in life.
Jeff, Who Lives at Home opens nationwide in the United States on March 16th, 2012
On an evening when the art world had its eyes on the Armory Gala Benefit, Hauser & Wirth managed to draw a discerning crowd to the opening of Bharti Kher’s exhibition, The Hot Winds that Blow from the West, featuring five new works by the acclaimed London-born, Delhi-based artist.
Visitors are welcomed by A View of the Forest, a striking multi-toned green composition rendered in Kher’s signature bindis, before being ushered down the hallway to encounter A Line Through Space and Time. The piece—a standalone staircase leading to nowhere in an empty room—is meticulously covered in sperm-shaped bindis, offering a compelling visual meditation on fertility, time, and transition. Bindis, far more than decorative elements in Indian culture, have remained central to Kher’s practice since 1995. As the artist explains, they are “meant to represent a third eye—one that forges a link between the real and the spiritual-conceptual worlds.”
The exhibition’s heavyweight titular installation, The Hot Winds that Blow from the West, commands the rear gallery. Though it could easily occupy a larger space, the work remains astonishing in scale and intent. Over six years, Kher sourced 131 vintage cast-iron radiators from the United States (the West) and shipped them to India (the East) to be assembled into a monolithic, stacked grid.
The title references the Loo, the scorching, occasionally fatal summer winds that sweep across northern India and Pakistan. “We think of winds as harbingers of change, carrying voices of transformation,” Kher notes. “From where I sit, the winds blowing nowadays from the West—from the places that were the seats of power and authority throughout the 20th century—are no longer as strong or reliable as they were.” Stripped of their functional purpose during their journey east, these symbols of Western domestic comfort are re-contextualized: “I suppose I am sending them back to the West as messengers and, perhaps, warnings. Other voices are changing the landscape now, and political uncertainties have put the world in flux.”
On the second floor sits the exhibition’s most arresting work, Reveal the Secrets That You Seek, previously exhibited at the Centre Pompidou in Paris. Composed of 27 fractured, bindi-overlaid mirrors, the installation transforms the gallery into an immersive space of reflection. While broken mirrors traditionally signify misfortune, Kher binds the fractures together, demonstrating how broken fragments can yield beauty, coherence, and reconciliation.
The final work, The Messenger, commands the gallery on its own terms. Positioned in a striking yoga posture and balanced by its own weight, the fiberglass sculpture is described by Kher as “an urban witch, a woman of both mythology and everyday life—a hybrid.” Drawing upon the iconography of the Hindu goddess Dakini—the feminine manifestation of energy—the sculpture conjoins contradictions of gender, species, and role with a haunting, animalistic presence.
An impressive achievement for Hauser & Wirth, the exhibition stands as a powerful testament to Bharti Kher’s conceptual and sculptural vision.
Many years and many models have gone by, but not many remain as active and inspiring as the lovely Ms. Claudia Mason, whom I had the pleasure of representing during my time working at Elite Models.
Claudia doesn’t settle down, she writes, produces plays, directs, wins awards, shoots movies, dances and in whatever time she has left, she models. It’s breathtaking.
Allow yourself to be taken out of breath too in this week’s model musing column, just follow THIS link!
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Very rarely I come across people that are truly inspiring. It takes a lot to wow me nowadays, i don’t know if it is the kind of work I do and the amount of impressive people I meet constantly, but I find myself being inspired by little things and certain characteristics rather than the entire “body of work” of a person. Eileen Ford had that quality, that “body of work”; her life story was a true lesson. Her passion and the way she carried her life and her business alongside her husband Jerry were truly moving.
When I spoke to her for this article I wrote for Look Books I was truly moved and completely humbled, here it was, a true legend of the fashion industry, a woman that broke the standards and set brand new ones for all those who followed. Eileen Ford had a dream and a passion, she believed in them and never gave up, building a family business that is now larger than life.
Have a read at the full article in THIS link – it’s long, I warn you, but it’s totally worth it!
xx
Gabriel
Here is a new post in my Model Musing column at lookbooks.com – this week with supermodel blogger Emily Sandberg, you can check out her blog at www.supermodelblogger.com !
The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue is out and I have taken the opportunity to speak to the Brazilian bombshell Cintia Dicker for Modelinia – Have a read HERE!
It’s Valentine’s Day and I have posted this feature on cute model-couple Daniela Lopes and Diego Querzoli on Look Books for the Model Musing column of this week. Check it out HERE !
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With a look reminiscent of a young Kim Basinger circa 9½ Weeks and an effortlessly warm presence, blonde beauty Hannah Holman has established herself as one of the fashion industry’s most sought-after faces. Hailing from the mountains of Utah, Hannah began modeling at just thirteen years old, but her major breakthrough arrived years later when agent Doll Wright scouted her. Wright championed Holman to top clients, securing her an exclusive booking for Miu Miu in Paris alongside a spot in their Fall/Winter campaign.
Since then, Holman has become a runway and editorial regular, gracing the pages of Vogue US, fronting covers for French, Russh, and Citizen K, and appearing in titles such as W, V, 10, and i-D. Despite standing at 5’8″—shorter than the typical runway standard—Hannah has walked for luxury powerhouses including Chanel, Louis Vuitton, and Marc Jacobs. Her portfolio also features campaigns for Marc by Marc Jacobs, See by Chloé, Moschino Cheap and Chic, and a major worldwide contract for the Marc Jacobs fragrance Daisy.
Read on to discover why Holman considers this photograph one of her favorites.

Why do you love this picture?
I was fairly new to the industry, so I wasn’t fully aware of what I was capable of. Seeing how beautifully the shot turned out made me proud and genuinely excited for my future in modeling.
Who took it?
The Australian photographer Andrew O’Toole.
How long did the shoot last?
It ran longer than scheduled. We were all having such a great time that we kept going—we were greedy for more shots, I suppose!
Was there anything unique about the location or environment?
We shot on location inside a hair salon in Australia for a Harper’s Bazaar Australia beauty feature.
Who else was on set?
It was an intimate crew, especially toward the end when we stayed overtime. Hair was styled by Matthew Webb, the salon’s owner.
What was going through your mind when the photo was taken?
I was probably overthinking everything!
What direction did the photographer give you?
He gave me the freedom to move naturally, which I loved. It feels liberating and takes the pressure off.
What was the concept of the shoot?
Back then, I didn’t even realize editorial shoots had specific themes!
What is your biggest challenge as a model?
Balancing work with personal life. Time moves so quickly, and scheduling a vacation is nearly impossible because a major booking inevitably comes in right when you have plans. It’s Murphy’s law!
Is there anything about the modeling industry you would change if you could?
The last-minute confirmations the night before a shoot that disrupt your personal plans. It makes scheduling anything in advance very challenging.
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With a sharp eye for fashion and aesthetics, Brazilian artist André Azevedo has explored diverse avenues of creative expression. From filmmaking and painting to multimedia art installations, he demonstrates consistent command over his medium, creating a body of work that resonates with both cutting-edge creatives and mainstream luxury audiences. Whether designing a boutique window display, directing a television commercial, or producing editorial illustrations for fashion magazines, Azevedo brings a bold, distinctive vision that captivates audiences worldwide.
Trained in graphic design, Azevedo treated his artwork largely as a personal pursuit during the ten years he spent working as a model manager for one of São Paulo’s top agencies. In 2007, facing burnout, he recognized the need to step back and reassess his path. He stepped away from his fast-paced career in São Paulo, packed his studio, and returned home to Curitiba—a city celebrated for its quality of life and vibrant cultural scene.
The move was initially meant as a sabbatical to discover his true focus, but it quickly catalyzed his transition from agent to full-time artist. Leveraging his industry background, Azevedo took on freelance fashion styling and production work while dedicating his evenings and weekends to canvases, digital screens, and sketchbooks. His work maintained a distinct dialogue with fashion imagery, drawing continuous inspiration from the human form: “The human being remains at the center of my vision,” he notes.
Reflecting on his departure from talent management, Azevedo explains: “In the beginning, being immersed in the fashion world and meeting fascinating people was exhilarating and deeply stimulating. Over time, however, the routine grew predictable. Leaving was necessary, though those visual references still shape my work.”
In Curitiba, Azevedo also embraced digital platforms and social media as central tools to share his portfolio globally. Through his blog, he attracted a wide following that included art directors, fashion editors, and high-profile figures such as Kanye West, who shared Azevedo’s work with his audience.
The internet quickly became an effective gallery. Azevedo began fielding collaboration requests from international peers and commercial clients like Alfa Romeo and MTV, who integrated his illustrations into creative campaigns. Editorial commissions followed from publications such as Tank and Made in Brazil. Brazilian label Forum tapped him to design a limited-edition capsule of graphic t-shirts that swiftly sold out, while Lacoste invited him to participate in a collaborative project that featured a runway presentation, an exhibition series, and a limited-edition art book launched in Paris in 2011. A large-scale panel Azevedo created for the Rio de Janeiro exhibition was later adapted for Lacoste’s flagship store windows across the city.
Art book publisher Taschen recognized his distinctive style and featured his work in Illustration Now! Vol. 4, later including him in The Big Book of Fashion Illustration.
Addressing the intersection of fine art and commercial partnerships, Azevedo takes a pragmatic, grounded approach: “Most artists dream of working uninterrupted in their studios without worrying about market viability or pricing, but that is rarely realistic. While some view commercial work critically, I don’t believe it diminishes my integrity as an artist. Being invited to collaborate with legacy brands like Lacoste or Alfa Romeo is a compliment. My creative freedom remains intact; I am typically given a general theme and allowed complete freedom to interpret it.”
Having established himself across painting, design, and illustration, what comes next? “Photography still fascinates me,” Azevedo reflects. “It demands rigorous technical discipline and is one of the few mediums that didn’t come intuitively to me like drawing and painting.”
Visit André Azevedo’s official blog to explore his latest portfolio and projects.
If you haven’t yet watched Another Happy Day, then don’t be fooled by the title, it’s one of those sarcastic little things that you need to be able to pick up on. Like that movie Happiness; remember?
Well, don’t get me wrong, Another Happy Day is one damn good movie; written and directed by a very talented Mr. Sam Levinson and with a cast that will take your breath away. From Ezra Miller and Ellen Barkin, to Ellen Burstyn and Demi Moore, this is a flawless movie, hissy fits included and all. It’s not just a movie about a family falling apart, it’s a movie about real families, and how real families have all kinds of craziness but all kinds of beauty within them too. This is a movie about the woman who wants her family to get along, about the boy who wants to be a part of, about the girl who needs a father, about the ex husband who has gone so far and grown so cold that he barely knows how to communicate with his loved ones. This is a movie about what happens with a family when honesty, tenderness and understanding walk out the door, because love is still there, but it’s nothing more than an old idea or a dusty memory.
Don’t be discouraged though – this is a movie that still manages to maintain its good spirits, for the most part. There is sense of humour within all the madness, there is irony too, just like our lives. Well, raise your hand if you never experienced one of those “well ain’t this perfect!?!?” moments? As i thought, no hands went up.
Another Happy Day is a great movie because it hits the right chords for the right issues. Yes, not all families are that dysfunctional, but this is not the point. The point is, that there are people like that around us, constantly, we go through situations just as bad throughout several occasions in our lives. If we haven’t yet, we surely will soon, so why not open our eyes and minds and examine something that is given to us by fictional characters, is entertaining, causes no pain and could very well prepare us for those not so happy moments?
This movie is all about reaction, it’s an episode in the life of a family, and within that episode we are shown a lifelong history of bad reactions. Separations, conversations, addiction, mental disorder, lies that come out and truths that are hidden, all of those bring out emotional and erratic reactions from each of the characters. Ellen Barkin‘s Lynn even tries to keep it together, but because of the way she reacted to things in the past, there is no way of fixing it anymore, she has set precedents and taken wrong decisions and now it’s too late. It’s too late for her and for all of them, this so called family hasn’t been an actual family in a long time.
See, all our lives are based on how we carry ourselves and the actions we take. Every bad action will generate a bad reaction. In theory. As human beings equipped with brains that we are, we are capable of making decisions and controlling our emotions, however, some of us forget about that and allow for our emotions to take over and react on situations that could have had a much brighter outcome had we taken the time to ponder and make the right decision.
If this movie doesn’t make you think about life and how you behave in your family and in society, than I don’t know what will, and hopefully this was the goal here, because it’s more than time for us all to pick up that long awaited wake up call. The phone is ringing, what will you do?
As New York Fashion Week approaches, hundreds of new faces fill the streets of Manhattan—models competing for their moment under the runway spotlights. For many, a single booking can be the catalyst for a long and successful career; securing the job is only the first step, and the runway performance is everything. But how do these emerging models prepare for high-pressure castings? And how do they master their walk when called to perform?
Connie Fleming is the answer for many of these young talents. Many arrive having learned to walk in their home countries or from watching runway videos online, often needing to refine their technique—or unlearn bad habits and start entirely from scratch.
Fleming emerged in the fashion world during the 1980s amid New York’s vibrant downtown fashion and performance art scene. She caught the eye of designers like Patricia Field and Andre Walker, who cast her in their runway shows. Soon after, she gained acclaim from houses like Thierry Mugler and Vivienne Westwood. Her modeling career flourished, with photographers like Steven Klein and Steven Meisel cementing her status as an industry muse.
Through her involvement in the art world and years of collaborating on production and casting with longtime friend Patricia Field, Fleming developed deep industry expertise before transitioning into runway coaching. With alumni including Arlenis Sosa, Hanne Gaby Odiele, Erin Heatherton, and Brooklyn Decker, she brings a wealth of insight to the next generation of models:
What do you enjoy most about coaching young models for the runway?
Helping them build confidence and watching them grow, evolve, and adapt to the creative vision of each designer.
To an outsider, walking a runway might seem simple—put on the clothes, maintain a strong expression, and walk. Given the demand for a coach, what else goes into mastering the walk?
It comes down to attitude, presence, pace, and making a connection with the eyes. It’s about being fully present in the moment and embodying the overall creative statement of the collection.
What is the most critical skill for these models to develop?
Understanding the client’s creative direction and brand aesthetic, mastering body alignment to complement the garment’s silhouette, and feeling entirely comfortable in their own skin.
Do model agents typically provide specific instructions or ever interfere with your process?
Every model has different needs at any given moment. An agent might ask to focus on a specific walk for an upcoming show or help a new face step out of her shell. I’ve never experienced friction with agents; ultimately, they know their talent best. They also receive direct feedback from casting directors and clients, so it becomes a collaborative effort to get the model ready.
What is the most challenging aspect of being a runway coach?
Time. There isn’t always enough time to prepare a model as thoroughly as I’d like before show week begins.
How does it feel to see models you’ve coached succeed in major campaigns, editorials, and shows?
Naturally, it’s rewarding. It is wonderful to see them apply the techniques and poise we developed during our sessions.
Do you stay in touch with the models you’ve worked with?
We cross paths at events and shows from time to time. They are busy building dynamic careers, and I couldn’t be happier for their success.
What is your most important piece of advice for aspiring models?
Do your homework on the industry—study the designers, fashion houses, key publications, and digital platforms. Most importantly, recognize that this is a demanding business that can be tough at times. You need a thick skin and the ability not to take critiques personally.
What goals are you currently focused on achieving?
There are still several creative avenues I want to explore. I am currently developing various personal projects, including a collection of fashion illustrations I have worked on for years, which I plan to exhibit soon.
In times when all we hear in the media and among our friends too is the buzz about who’s wining which award or who’s wearing what in which red carpet or what the host will say that will make people uncomfortable or how will the acceptance speech be; i can’t help but wonder, what do these awards really mean and who are these awards important to anyway?
Awards are like great compliments, given to us by people that – hopefully – know and have excelled in the same craft as those who receive it, awards are the recognition of a job well done; much like a star to the child who cleans up their bed room or the treat to the dog who sits quietly upon request. But awards don’t change us, awards don’t all of a sudden make us into something special or different, or at least they shouldn’t. Just because an actor receives an Oscar it doesn’t mean they will only do masterpieces from there on, right Charlize Theron? Of course it is expected of them to only do better from then on, but why should they only then go for those dramatic roles that make you cry for 45 minutes when they can also have some fun while working and do a high energy action movie or a laughable comedy? They are actors after all, they should be open to playing whatever character makes them happy, wether we, the Academy or the critics like it or not.
I was watching a show on Oprah Winfrey’s Network the other night called Master Class, in this show Oprah had Goldie Hawn talking about her life and career, and Ms. Hawn, a very accomplished and established actress – and and Oscar winner for that matter – had something very interesting to say. Goldie Hawn went on to say exactly what i’ve always been thinking, that it’s great to get an award, that it’s really cool to be recognized for the work you did and it’s good to know that your peers admire you enough that they would give you something like an Oscar, but this accolade is like a pat in the back, and it doesn’t make us any more special than we already were before, we need to be glad for it and move on, continue to do our jobs, carry on with our lives, because an award doesn’t define who we are, they give us confidence, even boost up our egos for a moment, but it should not be for more than a moment.
You see, this is where it gets tricky, it’s when the boosted ego lingers for more than a moment, and we believe that we in fact deserve something more than we’ve been getting, that we are in fact different. We are not. We should learn to take those little moments as a guide in our lives, maybe they exist to show us we are in the right path, that we are doing something that is good and admired, and it shows us which qualities we have, and that could be the lesson to be taken from an award or from that “job well done” we got from our boss, that we are in the right path and should continue to work hard, and that we should continue to give the best of ourselves in whatever it is that we are doing, otherwise, what’s the point of doing it anyway?
What is the point of doing something if it’s not done with love and passion? No point at all. So there you have it, regardless of getting an award or not, you should be happy you’ve done it and know in your heart, with or without the award, that you’ve done a great job. Other people’s opinion will not make it more special, they may validate your own, but your opinion will still be the same, much like yourself as a person, and all of us should learn to award ourselves for the hard work we do, we should learn to identify our strengths and weaknesses as human beings and work on them to improve ourselves, and we should be able to admit to ourselves and the world what they are; there is nothing wrong with that, it shows character.
Modesty, actually, false modesty, is a bitch; and i only say this because i used to be big in false modesty. Why would you discredit yourself of something you did that was very well done? No, you should take the credit and run with it, but keep in mind that it doesn’t change a thing about yourself. It is important to know what you’re worth and to keep that in check constantly, because by doing that you will always remember that even though you may have many qualities, you also have many flaws, and they are just as visible, and that no one depends on another person’s opinion to be happy, because by knowing your qualities and flaws you can be happy about yourself as a person and the feeling of being happy is extraordinary.
I recently lost a job, and all i heard from friends and people i know was how good i am and how i would turn this around because of these amazing talents and skills i have and so on and so forth. It wasn’t very long until i started wearing a cloak of wisdom and all you would hear was me talking about myself and how great i was and how i would turn things around because i was really great and no one else could be greater than me and that anyone would be a fool not to hire me because i would add so much value to a company and so on and so forth.
What a bore of a human being i had become. For over a week the world revolved around me and i could not see past myself. Finally one night, i was having dinner with a great friend, someone who knows me inside and out, and halfway through it i see a look in her face, and i know i had seen that look once before, and it scared me. I had to ask her what was wrong, but she would NOT say it, for the life of her, i could see how uncomfortable she was, and that was driving me crazy, because i knew right there that i must have done or said something absolutely awful. Finally, after much insistence she revealed the reason of her discontentment towards me: I was acting like a selfish prick. And there it was, the cloak of wisdom fell off my shoulders and i realized how ridiculous i was, riding on my high horse like i was worth a million bucks when in fact i was probably worth no more than a penny.
So here it is my friends, the true story of how a good person, which i admittedly am, can turn into an absolute douche bag, to say the least. This is again, proof that compliments and awards don’t change who we are. Those people saying how good i was when i lost my job were doing what they were supposed to be doing, they were pointing out my qualities so that i would have enough confidence to carry on and feel good about myself, they were being good friends, and after a while i became a ball of ego rolling down a mountain and destroying everything that crossed my path, even the ones who i loved the most.
We should always, always remember to stay true to ourselves and in our paths be kind and generous to others, because the award of today may be the doom of tomorrow.
Lisa Cant Splashes Back into the Fashion Scene
Dolce & Gabbana favorite Lisa Cant recently took time off from the fashion world to attend Columbia University, but the blue-eyed beauty is back and looking better than ever! Along with wrapping up her final semester at Columbia this year, Lisa just shot an editorial for Vogue US with Steven Klein and plans to walk the runway in the upcoming Fashion Weeks.
Trump Models included Lisa in their show package for casting directors and designers. Having walked some of the top runways in the past—including Chanel and Marc Jacobs—she is sure to be one of the most booked models this season.
Every year is the same story, as the holiday season approaches, millions, or dare i say, billions of people accross the globe enter a state of utter anxiety that culminates with the new year’s eve celebration. Oh the new year, this emblematic turn of the page of a calendar, or even the start of a brand new one, where projects will be launched, ideas will be developed, dreams will be chased, relationships will begin and promotions will be earned. Or not.
“How come you never go there? How come i’m so alone there?” – with those words Leslie Feist kicks off her latest single, recently released as a part of the album “Metals” – another beautifully crafted work of art by the Canadian musician who has brought us so much joy and heart-break before, and it is in the heart break that i want to focus here, because it is so easy for us to take it for granted.
You see, a heart break can be a beautiful thing, a weapon of mass construction, it can build songs, paintings, installations, books, journeys and even careers. It is not by chance that we are put to test like that, it is not by chance that we are compelled to feel our heart ache so much that it feels like we don’t want to feel anything at all. Just like we need to fall, in order to learn to get back up, maybe it’s getting our hearts broken that will teach us how to master the art of falling in love and dealing with every heart break, minor or major.
It is so easy for us to feel like the other one is at fault, or that we did it all wrong, and then to turn ourselves in martyrs; but why, i ask? Why should we put ourselves through so much pain and misery? It is ok to feel the pain, but living through it is the best part, let’s look at it from another angle, maybe this pain that comes from a heart-break is like a rare delicacy, it’s like that flower that blossoms only once in every few years, and we need to enjoy it as much as we can instead of trying to smash it down, for there is beauty even in the ugly; didn’t someone once say that “the beauty is in the eye of the beholder”?
Well, what i would like to propose here is an exercise, it’s a new way to look at our pain, whatever that is and wherever it comes from, and to turn it into something beautiful; like songwriters compose songs that sweep our hearts away, we can transform our pain in something that will make us happy. Through our pain we may discover a new passion, we may find a new friend, we may come to terms with older issues that were put to the side, because a heart break puts us in a place of fear and unease, it also puts us in anger and frustration, and those are all feelings that are great fuel in life, especially for our creativity.
So lets look at our heart break and gracefully learn from it, let’s look at what we did that could have gone wrong and at the end did. We are only human, we are not in control of life, we can’t decide how other people think, feel or react, we can’t control other people’s actions and emotions, so what we are left with is our own stuff to deal with. Let’s look back at our previous heart breaks and think about how much of it was really just because we projected much further than we in fact were living. Let’s look at our expectations and our romantic ideas, and then try to see if the other part involved shared those same ideas and expectations,or if maybe we had allowed ourselves to interpret further and make up reasons for our actions based on our own feelings, not in facts.
Even though it sounds awfully mechanical, it is also truly reasonable, because if you put things in perspective like that, it also helps to alleviate the pain, because it’s like science, you can’t argue with it.
Now, even after much rationalization, there will still be pain, because a broken heart is a broken heart, you can mend the pieces but parts of it will never be the same, and isn’t that a great thing? Because your feelings can change, evolve and grow; you can learn to turn those amended pieces in a great friendship, or you may turn them into a work of art that will blow the world away in lovely inspiration, or it may also be the last drop you needed to really focus in that career you never pursued because your mind was too distracted with other things.
You see, a broken heart is a beautiful thing, because it changes you, because it makes you look at yourself and the world around you in a different way, it makes you reflect on yourself and your life, it makes you put things in check, and it will always be a great reminder of your capacity to love; and if you really give your broken heart all the love and attention it deserves what you may encounter at the end is even more glorious than what you started with.
Below is a video of Feist performing “How come you never go there” on David Letterman. Enjoy! ;)
Whenever i sit to write in this blog there is fuel that drives me. Many times the source is one particular matter that raises a certain question in my head that pushes me to sit and write and share my ideas with the world. Every now and then it’s not one, but the clash of several different matters that push me to write, in this case the clash of ideas that brought me to my knees is not an easy one.
I live in New York City, a half a block away from the United Nations, i meditate on that building constantly as a way of trying to find peace, i look to it as a source of inspiration, because i would like to think of it as a place where politics, religions, beliefs and economy are all neutral and in perfect harmony, even though i know it isn’t. Many nights on my way home I stop and stare at that building and wonder what thoughts and prayers are going on in there, what matters are being brought to the surface for discussion, and which of those matters are in fact being addressed and which ones aren’t. I always try to think of the United Nations as a place of peace, i try to look at it as a place of reflection on life in this tiny world we live in and for a second my heart gets filled with hope.
Well, last night i went to a different building in the city, the Hearst Tower, symbol of money and power of the american empire, but a place where thoughts come to life in print and websites and media in general; and also the place that houses Marie Claire magazine, which had invited me for a private screening followed by a Q&A of Angelina Jolie’s “In the Land of Blood and Honey” the movie she wrote, directed and produced, about the war in Bosnia; a very controversial movie but also a brilliantly made movie; a movie that raises all the right questions, that stirs all the right feelings, that throws you to the ground and shakes you to look for your human soul.
Angelina Jolie has always been a very mysterious woman to me, a very layered gorgeous woman; she is the bombshell, the actress, the mother, the humanitarian, whatever it is you want to label her as, she can be, i see her as a Swiss army knife, actually, i don’t, because a Swiss army knife has limitations, and Angelina doesn’t. Mrs. Jolie is a powerful woman and she uses the power she has been given very wisely.
In her directorial debut, Mrs. Jolie told a story that many people don’t want to tell, she told the story of something that the world didn’t even want to look at as it was happening, in Bosnia; ugly things done by human beings to other human beings, she told the stories of the war, she managed to brilliantly place the viewer inside the war, next to the soldiers and the victims, she made you feel all they felt, and you could not pick a side, you could not decide who the villain was, because they all had their part in it, they all came in with their beliefs and they all turned into something else as soon as the war began.
Angelina Jolie showed us what it feels like to be in war, to see horrific things on a daily basis, year after year, after year, she made us understand that there is no sense to any of it, that friends and neighbors can turn into enemies in the click of an Uzi, just because. That is frightening, and we don’t want to look at it, it is in our nature to look away, we don’t want to know what happens there, we don’t like to be put in that position, because we don’t want to question ourselves what would we do if we were put in that situation.
Before the movie started, Angelina came out with a message; “Over the next two hours, you will feel uncomfortable and you will want to stop the movie and leave, but these people, they had to live through these things for three years, they couldn’t leave, and many of the actors in this movie were there when it happened, so please don’t leave.”
Well, no one left, and we all wore those Bosnian shoes, and that is exactly what will happen to you too upon watching “In the Land of Blood and Honey”, because Angelina Jolie will not settle for less then the absolute truth, she will not settle for less than the reality, and if the film doesn’t end the way you expect it to end, well, you will have to suck it up, because in war, things don’t necessarily end the way we want them to end.
Mrs. Jolie is a serious woman who takes her job very seriously, and when given the opportunity to tell this horrific story she decided to do the best job she could to show the world how things really happened, not how we hoped for them to turn out in the end, because in war there is no romantic ending, there is just the end. And then some other war begins somewhere else.
If the story was taken from a book of a certain gentleman or not, that doesn’t mater, controversies aside, Angelina Jolie was the right person to tell this story, Mrs. Jolie has the means and expertise to make it work, she made sure that the movie reflected what really happened during the conflict in Bosnia, and because this movie has Mrs. Jolie as its creator people will pay attention to it and they will buy tickets and they will go watch it, even though the theme is tough to digest, so it doesn’t matter where the story came from, but the story was told the best way it could be told, the story reached it’s full potential for the screen and hopefully will help raise awareness of millions of people around the world, because that’s why i write and that’s why movie makers make movies, because we want to send a message, that’s how we know how to help, we inform people through our craft and hope that the message sticks.
So what i took from my encounter with Mrs. Jolie was that if more people in Hollywood were rolling up their sleeves like she is, and Mr. Sean Penn is, and Mr. Steven Spielberg is, then we would have a much better chance of changing the world, because we still live in a celebrity driven world, and if more actors and directors used their celebrity status to give us the truth then we would have a much more educated young generation.
Angelina Jolie is a much bigger person than you would think of, and i feel profoundly honored and privileged to have been able to meet with her and share thoughts and ideas on some of the most difficult world issues, issues that we both care and fight for; in different levels, but still, we are both doing the best we can in our capacities, we are both being the best human beings that we can be.
In an evening of relentless rain, New York City’s most die hard charity fans showed up for Haiti. The event led by supermodel
entitled “Letters to Haiti” came to show that when you mix, fashion, art and humanitarian causes you can’t go wrong. In it’s third fund raiser, the non profit organization
, founded by Cedrick Roche and his wife,
– moved locations, leaving the grungy Opera Gallery in Chelsea and Mr. Brainwash’s colorful installations behind to inhabit a more minimalist spot.
The gallery at Milk Studios included works by Victoria’s Secret model Behati Prinsloo, Greg Kadel, Enrique Badulescu and Ben Watts, among others; all up for auction to help raise money for the charity that supports orphanages and schools in Port Au Prince
But the main event of the evening was
‘s documentary screening which also gave name to the event – “Letters to Haiti” – in which Mr. Conran depicts the efforts of Coco and Behati along with a couple of friends in bringing letters and donations from around the world to the children of Haiti. As some of you may know, James Conran is Coco Rocha’s husband, a talented designer and now also a filmmaker.
Coco’s efforts didn’t go unnoticed and she managed to bring out her buddies Karlie Kloss and Hillary Rhoda as well as long time friend Mr. Zac Posen who made sure Rocha had a fresh-off the runway look to wear for the evening. Before the film started. We heard the warm laughter of Lauren Santo-Domingo trading impressions of Ms. Prinsloo’s pictures with make up artist Joe Hubrich and Carolina Bittencourt-Roche discussing blogging with her friend Luciana Curtis.
After the screening of the documentary was finished, Coco reminded everyone that the silent auction was about to begin, but – and said, “If you can’t bid or donate, then maybe you can spread the word and help us raise awareness, Haiti still needs you”.
The message was received, and it seemed that the guests were in pretty good holiday spirits as most of the photographs were sold with no fuss; well, except for one very colorful photography by Ben Watts; generating a bidding war that culminated with the designer Ana Lerario-Geller having to outbid an unknown gentleman by a hundred dollars in the last minute before the bidding closed. Merry Christmas Robert Geller!
All in all it was a fun night out on a very boring rainy New York evening where the holiday spirit could be felt in full force.
Gabriel Ruas Santos-Rocha, to see mroe of his writing click
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All photos courtesy of Josh Wong Photography
West Chelsea saw a true fashion pilgrimage last night as figures like Tory Burch, Marina Muñoz, and Jamie Johnson flocked down 22nd Street, navigating around a film shoot for the TV series Damages that had brought local traffic to a standstill. Nothing deterred them from their mission: attending the opening of Annie Leibovitz’s Pilgrimage exhibition at The Pace Gallery, hosted by none other than Anna Wintour, the formidable editor-in-chief of Vogue.
Expectations for the event were high. This marks Leibovitz’s first entirely digital project, and the subjects of her photographs are not the famous faces typically seen across the pages of Vanity Fair or Vogue, but rather places and inanimate objects that hold personal resonance for the photographer and cultural significance in history.
Surrounded by images of Emily Dickinson’s last remaining dress, Elvis Presley’s television, Sigmund Freud’s couch, and Abraham Lincoln’s hat, photographer Claiborne Swanson Frank shared details about her forthcoming debut book, while “It girl” Lily Kwong laughed about sourcing an evening dress on a strict budget for an upcoming Vogue.comfeature: “Give me 200 bucks and I’ll make it work!” Coco Rocha made a brief appearance alongside husband James Conran en route to a dinner party. The couple is preparing to host a benefit next week for Lakay Pam, a nonprofit dedicated to supporting children in Haiti. Marking Rocha’s third fundraiser for the organization, the evening will feature the premiere of the documentary Letters to Haiti alongside an exhibition of photographs taken by Victoria’s Secret Angel Behati Prinsloo during their visit to the country last year.
On an evening where fine art shared the spotlight with fashion, Chuck Close’s presence served as an anchor for the night’s core purpose: celebrating art and historical memory. Close reflected on Leibovitz’s latest direction: “It’s interesting to see an artist of her caliber step out of her comfort zone to shoot inanimate objects. The result is beautiful. I’ve never been someone who takes casual photographs—I don’t think I’ve ever taken a picture on vacation. I prefer keeping those moments in memory, so seeing these personal subjects documented this way is fascinating.”
The reception unfolded seamlessly in the gallery’s warm atmosphere. Over white wine and canapés, Karen Elson, Narciso Rodriguez, and Prabal Gurung mingled alongside Catherine Newell-Hanson, Eugenia Gonzalez, and Michelle Harper. Leibovitz signed monographs for friends and guests, and right around 8:00 PM, the gallery began to empty promptly—an understated departure typical of such an exclusive crowd.
Photographs from Pilgrimage will be on view in New York at The Pace Gallery on December 1, 2, and 3, and will travel to the Smithsonian American Art Museum in Washington, D.C., running from January 20 to May 20, 2012. The accompanying book, Pilgrimage, is published by Random House and available now.
*Originally published on Lookbooks.
HERE is a link to something I wrote on one of my favorite new models for LookBooks.com – have a read! :)
Naomi Preizler (Elite) is much more than just a pretty face and a great runway girl. She is a true artist who paints and draws likes nobody’s business, and has a great understanding of art and fashion, which to me is an extremely important factor in a model’s career.
Unquestionably a rising talent in our industry, just the other week Naomi shot single-girl editorials for Vogue Russia and L’Officiel in different parts of the world. Her previous bookings include a cover of Vogue Italia Gioiello; editorials for V Spain, V, Interview, Muse, Dazed & Confused, Wonderland, and Zoo; and features in i-D and Metal.
Naomi was also featured on the cover of the first issue of Harper’s Bazaar Argentina, her native country, where she is also currently working on a line of t-shirts with prints from her paintings.
Naomi has walked the runways of Givenchy, Chanel, Sonia Rykiel, Jean Paul Gaultier, Richard Chai, Rag & Bone, Missoni, Vivienne Westwood, House of Holland, among many others; and has been shot by photographers like Mario Sorrenti,Sharif Hamza and Vicky Trombetta (2DM).
For more on Naomi and Gabriel: Naomi’s Twitter | Gabriel’s Twitter — Blog
I was having a conversation with a friend of mine,
a fashion editor for an Italian magazine; it was one of those conversations
that happen very unexpectedly in the middle of a hectic week of work somewhere
in Europe. We were talking about our lives, how fortunate we are to be able to
be globetrotting across the planet with our jobs and getting in touch with
different cultures and experiencing so many different lives in one lifetime, to
be seeing things that we used to see in text books in school or in our parents
art books. We spoke of our different backgrounds and the places we now live in
and the places we see ourselves living in, in the future; we decided we are in
did searching for a feeling of a well lived life, which in fact we already
have, given our young age.
But this talk was more in terms of where would we
establish ourselves, where we saw ourselves spending our old age, how our life
would be, what we would become from here on? Well, of course no precise answer
could come out of this conversation, but we do know what we are looking for.
For anyone who has seen the movie “I Am
Love” I am sure the house in which the characters lived in was in fact a
character on its own, possible the most impressive character of the movie. The
house where they lived in, in Milan, had its own character, which was a
combination of years of experience, years of traveling, years of knowledge
accumulated in those rooms. The appreciation for art and architecture that
breathes through the walls, the knowledge of fashion present in its
inhabitants, the admiration for food and the impact of its flavors and also how
they could change a mood with a single bite.
The house in that movie is a character on its own
because it has been lived in, it has felt the love, the laughter and the sorrow
of one or many families, it has seen birthdays and funerals, it has seen
engagement parties and celebrations of all sorts; it looks perfect from the
distance but from up close you can see the floorboards are scratched, the
curtains have stains and the windows may have cracks. Like a person, a house is
allowed to live and accumulate treasures, like we accumulate shoes, watches,
stamps or even a rose from a lover that we keep in secrecy. The house in “I Am
Love” is a character on its own because it is in fact a well lived house, it’s
quite possibly one of Milan’s most famous properties, called Villa Necchi
Campiglio, at Via Mozart, today a cultural institution open for visitors and
kept as it was when their owners lived there.
During this conversation with my friend it then
hit me, through something she said, that art is not meant to be hanging from
the cold walls of museums, but in houses and apartments, where it can be shared
with friends and family, where it can be admired and treated with love, like we
would a plant or animal. Art was made to live with people and witness their
lives, and be accumulated by their homes, not to be left alone in a cold room
alongside other abandoned and marketed pieces of art.
Even though I am thankful for the museums and
galleries, for their existence and for allowing me to see some of the most
beautiful and enticing works created by men, I would adore if more of these
museums could be like Villa Necchi or The Frick Collection are, houses that
have been lived in and were left untouched for the appreciation of the people.
Every time I visit one of these stunning places I ask myself how their lives
must have been and I can’t help but wonder what it feels like to be able to
work there every day. The Pierpont Morgan Library in New York for example is to
me one of the most remarkable places I ever visited in my life, there it is,
the house and life’s work of a man completely devoted to collecting art, books
and obviously money, but that last bit is irrelevant in this case.
Really impressive, and on another side of the
spectrum, was visiting the Frida Khalo museum in Mexico City, because that’s
the place where she loved, bled, and created some of the most beautiful and
relevant works of art seen by men. In that house, Frida and Diego accumulated
art by other artists, their own art, books, animals and all sorts of memories, The
Frida Khalo Museum was to me the epitome of the museum home, every room spoke
to me, it’s almost as if she was there, walking around in her beautiful garden
or flipping through one of her many art books; to be able to see with my own
eyes how that amazing artist lived her life and which books she read and how
she kept her house was a phenomenal and unique experience.
While in Milan I had the opportunity to also visit
the Boschi Di Stefano apartment as well, and these two were very affluent Milanese
artists who acquired more than two thousand pieces of art during their life
together, and by art I mean all types; from paintings to sculpture, from
furniture to chandeliers, it’s all in there for the curious visitor to see, for
free.
It warms my heart to know that someone would leave
their entire patrimony to the city, to the memory of the world, to improve the
lives of those who follow them. To visit a place like this, that always existed
for the love of art, is a blessing, and even though museums were created and exist
to preserve art and were born precisely from the love for art, they haven’t
been lived in, they haven’t had a chance in life, they are these boxes, time
capsules, in which we keep our memories related to art and can access them
whenever possible. It doesn’t seem fair to me, but it sure is great to have
them in such an organized manner.
I have
always had this fear in life, of where I would end up, what would become of me,
then that turned into a fear of what would be done with my belongings, who, of
the people I know, would appreciate having some of the paintings I now own and
would care for it as much as I do? Well, that all is gone now, it is not
important what happens to my belongings after I pass, I will not be around to
see it, but I still definitely hope for the best and that the art I own feels
just as proud and happy for the life they were able to live while they were
living with me as I am proud to have them around me.
I was sitting in a class of physics when someone received a text message saying that the World Trade Center had been attacked. I remember i was planning a trip to Los Angeles with one of my best friends instead of paying attention to class; we couldn’t believe it, all of us rushed down to the tv at the cafeteria in a state of shock, absolute shock, what was going on? How was that possible? What was happening in the world? Still to this day i can’t make any sense of it, i don’t think anyone ever will.
I remember the feelings i felt, i remember having a classmate whos father worked in one of the towers, i remember his despair staring at the tv screen without understanding; i remember the common feeling we all had for him and his family, we wanted them to be well. His father was there, but he survived. I have never seen that kid again, but my heart was with him then and is with him now, because to go through the agony he must have gone through is unimaginable.
It’s unimaginable for me to think that one human being is capable of willingly do a thing such as flying an airplane into a building. We are human beings, not animals; or are we? What is this desire to kill and destroy that some of us have? Where does it come from? Why is it necessary to fight over differences?
Today is the tenth anniversary of september eleven, a day that will never be forgotten, a day that will enter history books and a day that i witnessed and still can’t understand. At all. Every year my thoughts wander away into the void left by those who died, i try to piece it together and today, since the moment i woke up, i cried, because i can’t understand, because the fear is tangible, because the feeling of abandonment from reason is real. To me it feels like a wound that is constantly open and band-aided, and even though i wasn’t in that situation i witnessed with the entire world, and feelings sometimes travel faster than light and sound, and this feeling lives in my heart, there is no denying.
Every year i think of why would any person chose to kill over their beliefs? Can’t things be solved peacefuly? It’s even scarier to think that people celebrated the deaths of thousands somewhere in the world, that other human beings were gloating over something so unhuman, so animal. Just like World War II, September eleven to me is irrationality to the extreme, it’s madness, sheer brutality; and my heart aches for that, my tears roll down because i feel embarrassed as a human being, because i feel that with years and years of evolution we haven’t been able to overcome our irrationalities and act like the geniuses i know we can be, instead, some of us choose to use this genius for destruction of our own selves.
Humans have massacred millions of other humans, enslaved other humans, destroyed the very ground they live in, it’s total self-sabotaging, and that to me is uncomprehensible, because to me it’s such a simple equation, it’s as simple as 1+1=2.
We don’t think the same, we don’t feel the same, we don’t believe in the same Gods, we don’t love the same, we don’t pray the same, but we all want to live, we all want to be able to have peace of mind, we all want to be able to have a place to come to at night, a place to call home, and we want our homes to be safe and free of fear. It baffles me to think that human beings are capable of such violent acts against each other, it disappoints me profoundly to know that we can’t live in peace, that we can’t be trusted, that we have to keep looking over our shoulders or interpreting situations.
I felt the same way when i was in Berlin, that is one powerful place to be if you wanna feel floored by emotions, because the kind of prolonged pain those people had to be put through is beyond me, i have no words, and that to me is rare. We may be intelectual humans, but sometimes we act like savages.
Living in New York, a city filled and built by different cultures and beliefs, my feelings are amplified, because i know it can still work out for us all, look at this city, it’s an example of resilience and survival, it is a multi cultural epicenter, it’s a city that has all cultures, religions, languages, sounds, sexual orientations, everything and anything you can imagine is in here, and we all have learned to live together in respect, we have learned to listen to each other, we have learned to dialogue, we have learned to live in peace.
Now more than ever, my heart cries harder, because i wish the whole world could feel and experience what i feel and experience here everyday, i wish the whole world could have the kind of freedom i have living in New York city, a world of its own, a place where you are accepted for who you are, regardless of anything else. Someone did something right here at some point, and it works, because we understand each other, there is a sense of community like nowhere else, and we come together for each other and we make it work, because we believe it is possible to coexist with all our differences in one city, in peace.
New York did not cause the disaster of 9/11 but the disaster was brought upon this city, and what New York did was beautiful, because New York gathered its strength and rebuilt itself and its spirit, New York and its citizens, people from all around the globe, gathered as one and showed the world that it is possible to live together and make something better, and this is why i cry, because New York, one of the most important cities on earth is to me the clearest example of strength, freedom and peace, and that is what i cry for today.
I was at a deli getting something to eat and all of a sudden i heard Paula Cole’s “I don’t want to wait” playing in the radio. I swear to you, it sent me shivers, good ones; and it sent me straight back to my high school years, it sent me back to my feelings of awkwardness and discoveries, it sent me back, with some shame, to “Dawson’s Creek”. There were entire afternoons spent with my friends at handball or volleyball games, in some others we would gather at someone’s house to talk sex and smoke cigarettes hidden from this someone’s parents; it was super exciting and we were beyond cool in our silly little minds. I hadn’t thought of those days for a long time, i hadn’t reconnected to that feeling in years, and it felt so right and so good to be able to feel all of that without having to live that anxiety that i know filled all our hearts.
I don’t wish i knew then what i know now, everything happened as it should and we had a ball. We laughed and cried with the same intensity and never blinked in front of an adventure, even if it meant suspension from school, because we knew that we had each other to fake our parents signatures and would be able to get away with almost anything. I am pretty sure our parents knew that too, but we were straight A students, so i guess it didn’t matter too much. That feeling was so good, really remarkable, i couldn’t stop thinking of the shows we used to watch, the gossip that used to flow through the halls of school, the principal that we absolutely could NOT stand and the little parties, called “The Best Party for Teenagers”, which we thought was a real grown up thing to do; tens of thousands of kids would go and then come back home at midnight or so, it was a huge deal to all of us and we adored it, i guess no one was really paying ANY attention to the name of the party, really, i am positive we weren’t, because we used to call it “The Best”. Period.
I could not give up that feeling, immediately i snapped back to 2011 and turned to my Pandora Radio to create my very own “Paula Cole Radio”. Oh gosh, “Where have all the cowboys gone” started playing and i could remember a series of other things connected to around that same time. I remembered that was the year Eric Clapton wanted to “Change the World” in the soundtrack of “Phenomenon”, a not so great movie with John Travolta but a damn good song that got him a couple of Grammy’s. Along the same lines, Jewel wanted to know who was going to save your soul in one of her biggest hits and Sheryl Crow i guess made everyone happy and nailed a bunch of awards too with her then current album.
1996 was a great year, Robert Redford and Michelle Pfeiffer got together for the sappy “Up Close & Personal”, one of my all time favorite romantic movies, because it had a great love story intertwined with the career of the small town girl Tally Atwater who dreamed big and made it big as she always dreamt. Stockard Channing had a great role in that movie and the soundtrack threw Celine Dion to super stardom with the hit “Because you loved Me”, we all remember that one, even if we don’t want to. On tv we saw “Beverly Hills 90210” hit their very last season, but by that point no one really cared anymore, it was all about “Friends”, “Ally McBeal”, “That 70’s Show”, “Everybody Loves Raymond”, “Mad About You”, the ever classic “Married with Children” and the unforgettable “3rd Rock from the Sun”. Now, that was a fun year for TV and also the year we got to know many of the kids who are now Hollywood’s biggest movie stars. Oh, let’s not forget that in 1996 the show “Suddenly Susan” was on, and i know that was quite forgettable, but come on guys, the impeccable Kathy Griffin got to enter our homes every week and crack us up; and we can never thank that show enough for pushing Kathy to stardom.
In that year we were still reminiscing over the amazing gangsta-type-movies “Bad Boys” and “Dangerous Minds” and it was the year when the amazing The Fugees took home some awards and the world fell madly in love with Lauryn Hill; “Gangsta’s Paradise” was going strong on the Billboard’s charts, Tupac Shakur had two huge hits out but also took four in the chest in Las Vegas and left this earth to entertain some dudes in heaven; and us, well, we were all left with his great music in our memories. In 1996 we were also reminded of the death of another great one: Kurt Cobain; that was the year when Nirvana’s Unplugged album won a Grammy for best alternative music and at that point that album had sold more than five million copies across the globe. It was definitely a good time for rock n’ roll; Alanis Morisette released her “Jagged Little Pill” to the sound waves and became an instant hit, who could EVER forget her hits “Ironic” or “You Oughta Know” ? I also remember going crazy over Oasis and The Cranberries; not to mention the brand new No Doubt with their colorful videoclip in the height of the Mtv era, followed by Smashing Pumpkin’s “1979”… Oh wow!
I also remember, around that same time, a very nasty and hard to forget hit song that could not stop being played anywhere, it was even in little stuffed animals when you pressed their paw, that nasty song would play, poor children, it was wherever you turned to: Macarena! What were those dance moves? And what were we thinking? We clearly had no filter. Well, obviously, that was also the year in which Shaquille O’Neal was allowed to make a movie, the stupid “Kazaam”, and also the year when Demi Moore released the bombs “The Juror” and “Striptease”, which to this day is still one of my favorite guilty pleasures. Speaking of which, remember how Ellen DeGeneres had her peak right around that time? She came out of the closet and her ratings came tumbling down while her public exposure went off the roof, the world wasn’t ready for her genius but she surely saved my life; but not before joining Bill Pullman in the disastrous “Mr. Wrong”. If Ellen wasn’t such an amazing person and comedian we would not be able to forgive her for that slip! But hey, we all make mistakes, Mr. Pullman, who had just come from a series of big hits, including “Independence Day” in 1994 and “While you were sleeping” in 1995 will tell you, and so will his former co-star Sandra Bullock, who in that year joined america’s heart throb Chris o’Donnell in the also disastrous “In Love and War”; i mean, did any of us really need such a piece of crap? I think not. We also didn’t need “Two if by Sea” Mrs. Bullock, but whatever, i guess you can’t always win right? Right! Because in that year there was enough room left in people’s attention for the brilliant movie “Fargo” which was one of that year’s favorites, alongside “The English Patient”, which I NEVER get tired of watching with a trifecta of great acting: Ralph Fiennes, Juliette Binoche and Kristin Scott Thomas, well, Mr. Minghella, you made my year. That was also the awakening of a Hollywood icon: Leonardo DiCaprio had two huge hits, and was laureled by critics and audience in both “Romeo + Juliet” and “Marvin’s Room”, will we ever forget that? I think not.
Us teens had a great year, and so did the teen stars; Neve Campbell had her strongest year with “The Craft” and “Scream” and saw her career explode, for five minutes, but i bet it was great while it lasted, right Neve? Liv Tyler got cast in Tom Hanks’s brilliant “That thing you do!” and stole our hearts yet again. You know who else stole our hearts? Barbra Streisand and Jeff Bridges in the ever so cute “The Mirror has two faces”, that was quite the productive year for Mrs. Streisand who also had a hit song for this very movie with the also then top charter Bryan Adams. But for me, it was really Ed Burns who got all the attention, his movie “She’s the One” will remain one of the all time classics in my movie library, i mean, that was sheer perfection, from cast to soundtrack, what an impeccable movie! Us teens also had the guilty pleasure of enjoying the iconic Spice Girls, oh boy, and we did! We performed Spice Girls songs in school plays and pretty much wherever we could, boys and girls were all in love with those english chicks, i mean, obsessively in love; no joke! What we weren’t so in love though was Madonna’s “Evita”, oh gosh, what a bore! I mean, nowadays i really appreciate it, especially the outstanding costumes, but i guess it was too much controversy to our silly little brains, “Wannabe” was all we could handle!
Me on the other hand, i loved some brainiac movies, and my friends could absolutely NOT get me: “Basquiat”? what was that? “Sling Blade”? ugh, no! That was a few steps too far, and even movies like “Swingers” and “From Dusk til Dawn” were not for them, so i kept it to myself inside my darkened room in any given boring afternoon. With them i would watch “Twister” or “Daylight”, and don’t get me wrong, o LOVED those too, oh, completely and madly, i mean, i had a crush on Helen Hunt, how could i not?
We also laughed a lot, i mean a whole lot: “The First Wives Club” anyone? Another trifecta, a great punch line: “don’t get mad, get everything!” and that scene with Diane Keaton having a nervous breakdown while they try to find incriminating papers in Brenda’s ex husband’s office was flawless, and so was Hugh Wilson’s direction, oh my God, i can watch that movie over and over and over again and never get tired; in fact, i watched it last night! We also had the remake of “The Nutty Professor”, and that was Eddie Murphy at his very best, i mean, very, very best! Thank you so much for that craziness Mr. Murphy! And even though this next one was only released a year later i will dare to include it in my memoir: “My Best Friend’s Wedding” was being filmed in 1996 and then in the following year made us laugh and cry and caused quite a big scandal with its ending; we will never forget that!
Ninety six was a good year, but it’s surrounding years were really good too, it was a time of discovery and enchantment, songs made us hurt but also filled us with joy, we thought that we would never be able to get over ourselves, we thought life would not reach the year 2000, the 90’s seemed infinite, and we loved every second of it.
So, listening to “Paula Cole Radio” is like traveling in time and going back to a space where everything was possible, time went by very, very slow and we had the biggest hearts in the world, we definitely lived in the moment, in our little universe and i am pretty sure we were completely aware of it, with no regrets, at all, and now that i am able to look back and feel this happy about my teens, i can also relate to my mother and my father when they would blast the stereo listening to Janis Joplin, Led Zeppelin, John Lee Hooker, Rolling Stones or Supertramp and go on and on telling stories from the years when they would ride their motorcycles carelessly and free and hang out in the neighborhood with their friends all day, having one crazy adventure after the other. I can totally relate, it used to sound so far and weird to me, but at the same time quite fascinating and also somewhat brilliant, to see my mom crying as she listened to Janis and Zeppelin, there must have been something very intense going on right there in those songs, but that’s for her to keep in her heart i guess, those stories were never shared, but i feel touched to have been able to witness moments like that and to have also had the privilege of growing up in such an eclectic environment.
This is what life is all about to me; live in the moment and make sure to store all your special times deep down in memory lane, you will never ever need a picture to go back to those places and feelings, because it all lies within yourself.