Monday, June 27, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
I'm so obsessed with this hysterical ad for Justin Bieber's new fragrance "Someday". It was shot by Terry Richardson, of course. Perfume ads are always about sex but I've never seen an one that blantantly appeals to the sexuality of preteen girls. This ad basically screams "Someday, when I'm old enough, I'll lose my virginity to Justin Bieber!" This is a dream shared by millions of 12 year olds but it's weird to see it spelled out on a magazine page. I also can't help but read into the byline "Never let go with the new fragrance for her that gives back." Does it have any relation to the insanely vaginal perfume bottle? That thing looks like a demented collaboration between Judy Chicago and Claire's Accessories. Although it's mostly just a cheap impostor of the stellar "Oh Lola!" bottle. The rhinestone heart and key evoke both chastity belts and the miniature locks that girls put on their diaries, which presumably contain pages and pages of flowery prose about Mr. Bieber. And then there's the commercial, which features a bevy of Twilight-esq imagery, orgasmic sounds, and one sick pair of purple high-tops. There's nothing fundamentally wrong with these ads but they're indicative of how crazy advertising has become, not to mention the insanity of the Justin Bieber phenomenon. And don't even get me started on the airbrushing. If a baby-faced 17-year old is too haggard to appear un-retouched in his own ad campaign the world has become a very sad place.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
I love these images from the closet of Kiernan Shipka AKA Sally Draper, my favorite character on Mad Men. Her pastel dresses are too cute and I love her stylistic additions to the set of Mad Men Barbies. My 11-year-old self would have died for this!
Monday, June 20, 2011
The new Destroy All Monsters book was another choice purchase from Strand on Saturday. Text from Amazon:
Formed in 1973, the Detroit band Destroy All Monsters was a wild and reckless synthesis of psychedelia, proto-punk, heavy metal, noise and performance art. The collective hailed from Ann Arbor, Michigan, and consisted of Cary Loren, Mike Kelley, Niagara and Jim Shaw (with later members including Ron Asheton of the Stooges and Michael Davis of the MC5). Later emerging as extremely distinctive individual artists, collectively the group forged new terrain in art, music, performance, theater and video. Destroy All Monsters released very little recorded music until Thurston Moore issued a three-CD compilation in 1994, but they published six issues of a now legendary and much sought-after zine, also titled Destroy All Monsters. This publication collects those six zines, released between 1976 and 1979, and also includes parts of a lost seventh issue that never saw publication. The Destroy All Monsters zines comprise a vibrant array of collage, writing, photography and other miscellanea by Kelley, Loren, Niagara and Shaw, and together provide insight into the collective's kaleidoscopic vision of the dystopian values of their time.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Glamour! Intrigue! Hand-drawn typography! These two books called out to me at Strand today, aren't they beautiful? I've read Breakfast at Tiffany's before—it's fantastic—but I can't vouch for Tell All yet. Even if it sucks I'll be stoked to look at that incredible cover for the rest of my life.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
I've lived in five different apartments since I moved to New York. The last three had one thing in common: Benjamin Moore "i love you pink" flat-finish paint. It's such a good color. It's pink, but not too pink. It doesn't make your apartment look like the bedroom of a tween character on a sitcom. I've even gotten compliments from straight guys! And it's really nice to come home to the same color year after year, apartment after apartment. It feels stabilizing in a hectic city that is perpetually in flux. At this point, I wouldn't feel at home without at least one room coated in this stuff.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
The one cool thing that Seventeen ever did—apart from the hysterical "Trauma-Rama" feature—was this article about Sofia Coppola and her favorite L.A. hot spots. As a twelve-year-old I thought she was so cool. And I still do, although I tend to like her films more in theory then in actuality. I mostly just want to hang out with her and get manicures and buy cheap shoes in Chinatown. Remember when buying cheap shoes in Chinatown was "a thing"? (via No Good For Me)