Never underestimate the need for some time with nature and your thoughts. Being a child of the city, there’s no other place quite as perfect as the Barbican conservatory, for spending some quality time and just being at ease within the monumental brutalist complex.
Being art director has its perks. Not only seeing shows, but actually being able to sit front row at a few was such an experience in its self. I’ve heard that stupid saying, y’know the one about you being a nobody (industry importance) if you aren’t in the front two rows, I think I kind of understand the meaning behind it, well my meaning. Hear me out, if you aren’t within those two rows, you are practically watching the show through someone else’s iPad/tablet/phone screen, you gain the perks of the atmosphere there but not actually being able to watch the show for the reason you came (I came), the performance and the clothes. It’s a bit of a bullet to bite when you’ve travelled a way to see a show to then be confronted by several hundred screens all attempting this visual display. It’s as though you may as well have sat at home and streamed it, at least you’re guaranteed to see the clothes. I also learnt that to enjoy the show one must also take a break from capturing it and just visually gorge.
Sarah Moon is a master of photography, or so is titled the video. I’m absolutely blown away by the
(little) work of hers that I have come across. Most of it (what I’ve found anyway) is shot on polaroid, not the integrated shit, but actual peel apart which gives you a positive and a negative. I think I have come to love this the best out of all the photographic mediums I’ve used.
I’ve never really been one for posey posey pictures. I’m not sure how much they really capture of a person’s personality beyond a pretty smile or some other physical attribute that’s incredibly obvious or just an identity photo. So last monday, I went on a one day portraiture course lead by Owen Harvey, hosted by Ideastap.
It was so good, I had to watch it twice. Recently the trailer for the second Yves Saint Laurent film, coming later this year, has been unveiled. It’s strange, I actually can’t think of a time when two movies covering the same subject matter we’re realised, well at a both at a national level.
The first film was beautiful and romantically shot, even in the scenes of the crazy underworld of parties and clubs, the palette remained muted and elegant. The soundtrack, the same (which has been on repeat since coming home from the second time of seeing it), beautifully matched the sets, locations and costumes which were all incredible. The work of Thomas Hardmeier and Ibrahim Maalouf and their respective teams, just wow.
This film is told through Pierre Berge, Yves’ business and onetime life partner. It’s romantic and sweet, an ode to Yves. For myself, it was a great visual reference and starting point for me to begin
research, building my knowledge to understand the story of this designer, which remains superficial at best.
The second film, to be released later this year, it feels more, not commercial, yet commercial,
for lack of knowing a better word, in the sense it’s so damn seductive. I’ve only seen the trailer and I’m already bouncing off the walls with excitement. Its more vibrant and carries a much different energy to. It feels a lot, clearer and crisper, lensed by Josee Deshaies. It seems more focused on the peak of his career, rather than the entirety of his career. I can’t wait to see how this will tell that particular part of his story.
Earlier in June, I managed to sneak away to Paris with a couple of friends for a few days. I’ve been to Paris before but still feel like I’ve yet to experience it beyond it’s chic and rose-tinted glasses view I seem to have. I was very fortunate to snap up a Polaroid camera, 180 Land camera, from eBay in what I would describe as perfect condition in time for my trip (literally, it arrived at work the friday I was leaving).