12 posts tagged "Debbie Harry"
At the Telegraph, Hilary Alexander scores a preview of the forthcoming catalog for the Costume Institute’s Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty, which will include images by Sølve Sundsbø (left), and an interview with the house’s current creative director, Sarah Burton, by Style.com’s Tim Blanks. [Telegraph via Racked]
London’s Fashion Fringe competition has added two new judges to its roster: Joining Selfridges’ Anne Pitcher, London College of Fashion’s Roy Peach, and Metro‘s Bel Jacobs will be Roland Mouret and Claudia Schiffer. (Last year’s honorary chairman, John Galliano, was originally intended to serve for two years, but will not participate.) The program awards a package of cash, business advice, studio space, and mentorship worth an estimated £100,000; applications are open now, and those shortlisted for the prize will show their collections at London fashion week. [WWD]
Following last night’s wake for late club impresario Don Hill, a few well-placed friends, collaborators, and admirers—including Leigh Lezark, Paul Sevigny, Nur Khan, and Debbie Harry—share their memories of the man and the club. [T]
And tonight, rocker-approved menswear label By Robert James opens up its first-ever pop-up shop, in Tribeca’s John Allan’s grooming club. Which leads us to wonder: Will BRJ’s typically scruffy clientele emerge from the new shop fresh-faced and clean-shaven? [By Robert James]
Lydia Lunch: “T-shirts have become the daily uniform of every slob too lazy to button up a shirt front.” So the post-punk chanteuse prefaces Ripped ($30, Rizzoli), a new coffee-table (or tour van?) collection of rock tees cool enough to convince you to join the slob brigade and renounce buttons forever. Vintage dealer Cesar Padilla—chasing, he explains, a great, lost collection of band shirts thrown out by his mother—has gathered the best of the best for the new book, borrowing from the collections of Betsey Johnson, Thurston Moore, the Magnetic Fields’ Stephin Merritt, and more. Banal but true: They don’t make ‘em like they used to. Shirts celebrating Television (above), the Kinks, Grace Jones, Debbie Harry are enough to send you straight to eBay (most often, probably without much success). For insider tips, Padilla will be on hand later this month to celebrate the book at Acne’s Greene Street shop. Good luck getting the shirt off his back.
Destroy/Rankin is not your usual photo retrospective. The book, which comes out stateside next week, does feature a collection of portraits shot by photographer, filmmaker, and Dazed & Confused co-founder Rankin over the course of his career; so far, so typical. Not so typical? The fact that Rankin handed those portraits back to his subjects, to do with as they pleased. Seventy musicians, including Debbie Harry (pictured), Jarvis Cocker, Kylie Minogue, U2, and Beck, took Rankin up on the offer to tear up, deface, paint over, and otherwise mess with his snaps. (Damien Hirst also did yeoman’s work filling in for late Clash front man Joe Strummer as destroyer.) The mash-up artworks were auctioned off at Phillips de Pury in London in November, with proceeds going to U.K. charity Youth Music, and profits from the Destroy/Rankin book are going the organization’s way, as well. Here, Rankin talks to Style.com about his appetite for destruction.
How did you come up with the idea to let artists you’ve shot over the years have at your work?
I was looking over a lot of my old work, and it occurred to me that there wasn’t much interaction between me and the people I’d shot after those shoots were over. Which was a sort of disappointing realization, honestly. I wanted to create more of a space for collaboration. And I thought it would be an unusual interaction to have the artists I’d shot over the years go back and look at these images of themselves and destroy them in some way. I liked the word destroy. Creative destruction. It seemed like a good, punk idea, to invite a bit of chaos.