Showing posts with label 1940s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1940s. Show all posts

Friday

Drawn Faces Fight



1. Jan Lehner No Colours Anymore, I Want Them To Turn Black, 2014
2. Pablo Picasso Untitled, 1945

Looking back to the beginnings and discovering the category The Fight. Visual analogies that built the foundation of this aesthetic commentary. And let's face it, everything else is travesty. Yet, one could always wear Alex Bottenberg.
/HORST

Sunday

Post Milan II

A 'False Encyclopaedia' double feature with Alex Fury, discussing:
Prada Spring/Summer 2014







Tropical prints, looser, loucher shapes, a twenty-first century re-imagining of a twentieth-century American vacation. It was the fantasy rather than the reality of a Hawaii holiday that Prada was articulating for summer, I reckon.

Toting those suitcases longingly with your office drone suiting, trousers loosened up, that forties feel. Burnt umber and burgundy and evergreen and slithery satin bomber-jackets, all all those carnation and hibiscus prints plastered over everything. There was something of the land-locked, Tikki-tourist, those mid-century, middle-class middle-Americans who never made it to the tropics, but dreamed ceaselessly about it nevertheless. The sweaters with sunset scenes intarsia-knit into them were postcards - 'wish we were there', rather than 'wish you were here'. Just like the cheesecake pin-ups they'll never have, and those good-looking girls they'll never get, flouncing after them in flirtatious, diamanté-strewn showgirl dresses.

Mrs Prada's kick was unattainable fantasy. Except, it was her fantasy of that unattainable fantasy. And you can have it, at a price.
/ALEX

At least the sleeve layering added a moment of abstraction within an über-literal collection that got stuck in 1940s nostalgia - when the exotic image of Polyn-Asia was Americanised in memorabilia and gas station postcard kitsch. Here, irony reveals itself as not 'pretending to pretend' but 'being what is': derisory, pathetic, mediocre (to quote Mehdi Belhaj Kacem). I'd like to burn those memories.
/HORST








1. Prada Spring/Summer 2014
2. Elvis Presley Blue Hawaii, 1961
3. Businessman 1950s
4. Rolf Armstrong Sunny Skies, 1953
5. Roy Lichtenstein Sunrise, 1984
6. Wassily Kandinsky Tension In Red, 1926
7. Ed Ruscha Burning Gas Station, 1966
8. Prada Spring/Summer 2014

All about Alex Fury

Friday

Post Paris XXVI

A 'False Encyclopaedia' double feature with Rudy Katoch, discussing:
Dior Fall/Winter 2013





“There is no political power without control of the archive, or without memory.”
Raf Simons fully understands the gravity of Derrida’s footnote. He plays with this idea lightly as he closes the show with three black silk memory dresses.

Look at the black leather Opéra Bouffe 1949 dress by Simons. It is a pastiche of the 'Pisanelle' cocktail ensemble Fall/Winter 1949–50. Dior was inspired by Renaissance artist Antonio Pisanello for his refined attention to clothing materials. Simons deflates the look, yet still foregrounds Dior’s fascination. He reduces the garment to its component parts. Warhol did this, with the same elegance, throughout his 1984 portfolio: 'Details of renaissance paintings'.

Silk velvets were reserved for eveningwear, not the cocktail hour in 1949. Leather replaces silk in 2013. Pop the New Look.
/RUDY



The re-evaluation of Dior has progressed. Raf Sander has found himself married to the ghosts of Dior and Schiaparelli, and to a certain degree, recovered from a traumatic change. Finding piece with his own past and the heritage of youth culture, altered towards surrealism. It's all about the (reversed) shoe, and Mr. Simons is running.
/HORST








1. Dior Fall/Winter 2013
2. Nat Finkelstein Andy Warhol and Silver Clouds, 1966
3. Christian Dior Fall/Winter 1949
4. Andy Warhol Venus, 1984
5. Raf Simons Spring/Summer 1999
6. Elsa Schiaparelli Fall/Winter 1937
7. Christian Dior Fall/Winter 1974
8. Dior Fall/Winter 2013

More about Rudy Katoch

Monday

Miusing Escher VI



1. Miu Miu Spring/Summer 2013
2. M. C. Escher Reptiles, 1943

Tin opener and luxury handbag. Lizard and cactus. Again, we are confronted with symbolism without meaning (see Welcome To Tomorrow). The still life as chain of associations, as exquisite corpse.
/HORST

Holy Light



Pablo Picasso Light Drawings, 1949

Pablo and I stole a christmas tree last night.
/HORST
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