Saturday, May 21, 2011

Masha Novoselova

ph: Markus Pritzi

New Stuff: 31 Knots

Saw them live in Munich recently and was instantly thrilled.

Jeisa Chiminazzo

New Stuff: Firefly

I heard so much good news about this (shortlived) series, plus it's Dr. Sheldon Copper's favourite!

Who's That Girl?

Design: Stefan Beckman


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Natalia Vodianova

From my vaults: Busby Berkeley


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Kate Moss irrégulière

From my vaults: Ingrid Bergman


Olga Benenson

New York

Audrey Nurit

First Lines: David Lodge - Changing Places

High, high above the North Pole, on the first day of 1969, two professors of English Literature approached each other at a combined velocity of 1200 miles per hour.

Marta Berzkalna

New Stuff: The New Yorker

Dorothea Barth Jörgensen

ph: Jason Kibbler

New Stuff: Future Beauty: 30 Years of Japanese Fashion

This is the catalog to a great exhibition I had visited in Munich.

Madisyn Ritland

ph: Yelena Yemchuck

New Stuff: Kate Bush

I've been a great fan of Kate Bush from the beginning and never missed an album.

Who's That Girl?

Photographer : Kirsten Becken

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Monika Sawicka

From my vaults: Ingmar Bergman


Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Juliana Forge

New York

Lily Cole

First Lines: Virginia Woolf - Orlando

He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it—was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters.

Shanay Hall

ph: Michael Corridor

Deep Impact (1998)

Unless a comet can be destroyed before colliding with Earth, only those allowed into shelters will survive.

Overlong and loaded with unnecessary sentimental subplots and scenes this movie hardly builds up any excitement.

Who's That Girl?

Photographer: Sandro Becchetti

(François Truffaut)

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Monday, May 16, 2011

Natalia Vodianova

From my vaults: Senta Berger


Grace Coddington

ph: Eric Swayne

New York

Alisa Matviychuk

William S. Burroughs: My Education. A book of Dreams

  I'm in a room with a high ceiling and a door at one end. The room is full of light and has a feeling og being open and airy. I float up to the ceiling and bob along to the door and out.There is a porch or balcony over the room and now I am up under the porch about thirty feet off the ground. I move out from under the porch and pick up speed and direction.
  I land in a catwalk open to my left. Walking down, I see a door at the end of the walkway, about six feet wide and eight feet high. Outside the door a boy in a gray sweatsuit is working at something I can't see, with his back to me. I feel he is hostile, and I couldn't care less. The door opens and a man emerges. He is wearing a very dark blue striped suit, with a tie. He has a black moustache. He looks at me without a trace of friendliness or hostility. Just registering my presence. No one I ever saw before. Out to my left there is a ditch about thirty feet below the ramp where I am standing. Beyond that some pine trees and what looks like a cemetery...mausoleums with inscriptions embossed in white stone...