The Local Firm was, as almost always, my favorite show during Stockholm Fashion Week. I absolutely love the styling, it was perfectly executed in regards to the recurring TLF theme of urban tribal influences.
But the highlight of the show must be the casting. Seeing Emma Wiklund walk a show again and completely, undoubtedly, kicking ass and showing people how it is done might actually have been the casting highlight of the week.
She looked and walked so much better than almost every other model this week. It was refreshing, because the new-face percentage this week has been higher than ever and the runway experience of the younger models is questionable if not non-existent by the look of them, which is sad with the amount of talented, experienced models the agencies in this country makes available to the designers.
I am so sorry for not updating at all during Stockholm Fashion Week, honestly I haven’t had time.
We were lucky to get to collaborate with Zound Industries again at their amazing event Swergie Tuesday night.
I was working the red carpet and the photo wall for large parts of the night, and barely had time to mingle (or get drunk).
The rest of the week I am definitely spending watching bad TV and sleeping.
Sunday Music. Not the newest, but definitely the soundtrack of last week for me.
Andres Serrano, Piss Christ 1987
Whenever I need a little boost, be it for inspiration or just for art and idealism’s sake, I have a few art pieces that I keep returning too. I thought I should share them with you.
This is Andres Serrano’s Piss Christ, a crucifix in a mixture of the artist’s own piss and blood and then photographed.
It makes it look almost encapsulated in amber, as a symbol and thing of the past. But the liquid is also a vehicle of critique of what the symbol represents. The artists body, the body of Christ, and also the blood to the hands of religious men through time.
But Serrano himself denies that this was his focus, but says that it is a commentary on the cheapening of religious symbols.
A very, very powerful piece of art. So powerful that an extreme right-wing Christian group in France decided to run in to Collection Yvon Lambert in Avignon and attempt to destroy it.
