Schuleit drew her inspiration for her next major work, Bloom (2003), from the fact that few psychiatric patients ever receive flowers. To mark the closing of the Massachusetts Mental Health Center’s original building in Boston, she and a corps of volunteers blanketed the structure’s empty hallways with vibrantly colored, flowering plants—begonias, lilies, pink heather, tulips—and played recordings of ambient sounds from the hospital’s former life. A work of conceptual clarity, compassion, and beauty, Bloom drew thousands of visitors to tour the installation and to attend an open forum that Schuleit organized to coincide with the celebration. Exploring the structures and settings of the past, their architecture, and their stories, Schuleit’s work pays tribute to forgotten lives and reminds us of our common humanity.
Not a new work of art, but surely it’s part of this piece’s loveliness that its memory endures. Let it live here as a little part of that.
(via leopoldgursky)
My idea behind the collaboration was to design for the Topshop girl a range that is as close to the aesthetic of my mainline as possible, with great control over the quality of design and production.
- Mary Katrantzou
I’ve always been a huge fan of florals but, as my identity has swifted, find many now to be too twee. I don’t want to look like a 1950s housewife, thanks. But I also can’t bear to give up the depth of pattern, colour and femininity that flowers allow the wearer to possess. Mary Katrantzou has perfected collating pattern with an elegant structuralism that mimics more the housewife’s prized china plates and vases than someone bound by boredom and chores. Who doesn’t want to resemble a decorated work of art that makes all else (albeit dull husbands, strenuous workloads or a badly executed homemade fringe) feel worth enduring?
And at Topshop’s prices, who can quibble?
The collection’s available in stores on February 17th.
I really thought this was spun sugar.
By Jenine Shereos, I have seen sculptural artworks created using human hair before, but not quite on the intricate, detailed scale of these amazing leaves. You would be hard pressed to mimic the vein structure of a leaf this well in any other medium, each intersection of the hairs is connected by a tiny knot. All of which have been built up on dissolvable backing material, thus leaving these skeletal structures.
In this series, the intricacies of a leaf’s veining are recreated by wrapping, stitching, and knotting together strands of human hair. Inspired by the delicate and detailed venation of a leaf, I began stitching individual strands of hair by hand into a water- soluble backing material. At each point where one strand of hair intersected another, I stitched a tiny knot, so that when the backing was dissolved, the entire piece was able to hold its form. Creating this work was a very meditative process for me, as I found myself lost in the detail of the small, organic microcosms that began taking shape.
A reversible bag that turns from cygnet to swan? Oh shit, son. I’m supposed to be saving money to move house but I may have to buy this instead. We’ll worry later how to move countless possessions between homes with no funds left for transportation. “We’ll figure it out,” I’ll say. You’ll throttle me, I’ll survive.
“Kate and Laura Mulleavy have recently rediscovered the archives of these super 8 films and helped bring them back to life. Because of Kate and Laura’s appreciation of what we were doing as 12-year-old filmmakers, and their understanding of an aesthetic that could only have come from a specific medium and during a certain time, DW Films have been introduced to a whole new audience.” - Andrew Durham on “Shark” and “Terror in the Sky”
Every kid should star in a home made movie before they leave their teens. This should be a mandatory right of passage, like that first intensely felt adolescent crush. For the record, I was in my friend’s film noir and learnt the lines in an Italian class beforehand. We shot in an office we’d borrowed for a lunch break and I was a femme fatale in an £8 bias-cut silk gown.
With most designer collections, you can with a little consideration point to the stand-out items and almost instantly covet with insatiable urge the item you think would completely rejuvenate your everyday wardrobe. Ulyana Sergeenko’s debut defies any such editing. I’ve revisited these images all weekend and now - on Wednesday - have had to submit that I’ll never be able to narrow it down any further than this. I adore the combination of 19th century Russian influences with 1940s styling, all ultra luxurious but yet still wearable; you could easily tone down many of these items for daywear and the plain collared dresses reminded me of the Carven ones I equally idolise.
Unfortunately, these all come with vast price tags and are only available in Russia. They’ve inspired me to attempt similar items with a newly acquired sewing machine and some ruddy good luck, but it’s harder to count on the latter so hopes aren’t too high. As a starting point however, I already own a muff near enough identical to that used in the collection and was overjoyed to see that a hat similar to one I recently bought and truly adore adorns the head of one of Ulyana’s models. “Phew!” If it makes me look like an overgrown toddler, I’m in good company.
This was a practice where the mother, often disguised or hiding, often under a spread, holds her baby tightly for the photographer to insure a sharply focused image.
Wish P&G had included these in their ‘Proud Sponsor of Mums’ advert. “She’s the terrifying mound of carpet. The creature behind the curtain…”
Logorama. Created by the collective H5, François Alaux, Hervé de Crécy + Ludovic Houplain.
This takes making a den out of all your Mum’s dining chairs and duvet covers to the next level. Please drag my entire collection of Calvin and Hobbes comics over here and I’ll meet you inside.
(via themadeshop)
There’s a hazardous sadness to the first sounds of someone else’s work in the morning; it’s as if stillness experiences pain in being broken. The first minute of the workday reminds you of all the other minutes that a day consists of, and it’s never a good thing to think of minutes as individuals.
