“In a world…
where nature and science have emerged, where technology breathes and where living without it is impossible.
This futuristic world is the inspiration for a collection of imitation fur, for the fashion industry. ‘Future fur’ shows that it is more interesting to imitate an imaginary world…”
This is not new… the previous post just reminded me of it.
And there are three good reasons for this to be a post:
1. Rendering – mesmerizingly beautiful !
2. Zaha Hadid – I’m not a big fan of her architecture but have a deep respect for a woman who thrive in a field dominated by men.
3. “Je veux être de ce qui arrive” – I love this quote by Coco Chanel.
A rendering of the mobile pavilion for Chanel designed by Zaha Hadid
The world tour starts on 02/27/08 from Hong Kong and travels to Tokyo, New York, London, Moscow and Paris.
Before Takashi Murakami’s exhibition at The Geffen Contemporary at MOCA ends next Monday (2/11/08), I wanted to take a look at his star-studded opening back in October 2007. When was the last time we saw so many celebrities at an art opening – when Andy Warhol was alive?
More related video’s at MOCA’s YouTube channel
Photo © Lizette Kapre
… one of the few art projects we could remember in the past several years.
Today John Maeda accepted the offer to be the new president of Rhode Island School of Design (RISD), the best art and design school in the US.
New Yorkers have been complaining about gentrification forever, but the pace of change during the past several years in downtown, especially on the West Side, has been startling… well, to be honest, it’s almost deplorable. The saddest thing to see is the way the meatpacking district has changed in the past few years. It’s easier to spot celebrities than a rat these days, and it’s been a while since we have lost sight of transsexual hookers on Washington Street.
My best friend T used to say “You got to have germs to make art.” The city, like underdeveloped countries, is still filled with all kinds of infectious germs, but the species that T used to mention, the kinds that nourished art, are almost extinct. I miss the days when artists, hookers and drug dealers were all under the same roof. It was thrilling, and art was much more powerful back then.
It’s ironic to think something positive about this change when it’s making me feel like a fish trapped in a drying pond, but if there is one good thing that has come out of this horrendous gentrification, it is that the city has become a nice place for kids to grow up in. My biggest dilemma these days … I want germs for myself, but not for my kids. Having a family is not simple.
(Here is another irony. T, who was homeless and couldn’t tell the difference between a shooting gallery and an art gallery when we used to hang out together, is now a professor at one of the ivys, and his two kids go to one of the best private schools in the city.)
Hl-art.net: find the glory hole.