38 posts tagged "Helmut Lang"
Want to know what it’s like to walk a mile in Gwyneth Paltrow’s shoes? Head to Selfridges on Sunday, where London trio Yasmin LeBon, Lisa B., and Trinny Woodall will host the “Really, Really Great Garage Sale” (or car boot sale, as they’re lovingly known in the U.K.).
The ladies have taken over the first-floor parking lot of the department store and called upon their A-list friends in support of Mothers4Children, which benefits children’s charities worldwide. So don’t go expecting your usual moth-bitten flea market stuff. Instead, there will be goodies such as Paltrow’s Balenciaga boots, Lily Allen’s signed Reeboks, Liz Hurley’s Helmut Lang suit, Jemima Khan’s Prada dress, and LeBon’s own Tod’s sandals. We caught up with Simon’s better half and the mother of their three teenage girls earlier this week, and she told us that no one in the LeBon household is off-duty on Sunday: “I’ve made sure all my family and friends are involved in some way—it’s really exciting because the sale will offer some incredible pieces with a story to tell.” And no doubt, a bargain to be had.
When Michael Nevin launched The Journal ten years ago, the magazine was a skinny black-and-white zine dedicated to all things skate and snowboard. A decade later, the issue of The Journal that comes out tomorrow comprises, among other features, new work by Jonathan Meese in memorial to Dash Snow, semi-destroyed photographs of Kate Moss and Mario Sorrenti taken from photographer Glen Luchford’s archives, a lengthy interview with Walter Pfeiffer, and a supplement dedicated to William Eggleston. The Journal is glossy now, and hard-bound, and printed in color; there’s a gallery in Williamsburg attached to it, too. Contributions from the likes of Juergen Teller, Helmut Lang, Mark Gonzales, and Miranda July fill The Journal archives. Not bad for a magazine first stapled together at a highway-side Kinko’s in New England by a kid who was all of 19. Now, more transformations are afoot. The tenth anniversary issue of The Journal is physically larger than the previous one, it’s been given an engaging redesign by Peter Miles, and it includes the magazine’s first-ever fashion spread, starring Jamie Bochert. And yet, for all that, The Journal has changed less than it might appear. “The magazine has always been—and I hope will always be—an honest reflection of my interests,” explains Nevin. “It’s just that those interests have shifted over time.” Here, Nevin talks to Style.com about dialing up the Internet, cold-calling art stars, and texting Rodarte.
This is going to sound like a snotty question, but—why launch a magazine? This is the digital age, or hadn’t you heard?
When I first started The Journal, “online” wasn’t really a thing yet. I mean, I can remember signing up for my first e-mail account after I published the first issue of The Journal. I just wasn’t looking for the things that interested me on the Web. At the time, I was looking at magazines. Really looking—I mean, I grew up in Vermont, and there weren’t too many progressive publications around, so I’d have to work to cobble together bits and pieces of what interested me from the mainstream stuff I had access to. I’d spend hours in the bookstore, poring over magazines. And there was nothing out there covering this whole creative universe that derives from skateboarding and snowboarding. I wanted to read about that, and having just come off a year entering pro contests as a snowboarder, I felt like starting a magazine was a way to continue being a part of something I’d loved.
In other words, magazine-ness—print—runs deep in you.
Yeah, it does. But for reasons that are more than sentimental. I think they’re more than sentimental, anyway. I love the printed image, I love being able to open up the magazine and flip through the pages, I love being able to give a copy to somebody, I love seeing it in stores. I love what it represents. It’s essentially my curation in those pages, and to send the magazine overseas, and know that what I’ve worked on is being looked at, in the same material way, is really fantastic.
So elusive is the designer-turned-artist Helmut Lang that we recently overheard one party photographer ask him to identify himself for the camera. Paparazzi might have short memories, but fashion creators—especially the young guns on the scene—have the work of the Austrian-born master of minimalism indelibly seared on their brains. The likes of Rad Hourani, Mark Fast, and Alexander Wang were barely old enough to vote when Lang was at the helm of his house, but his urban, industrial aesthetic is proving to be timeless—and timely in tough times. Click for a slideshow, then tell us if you see the connections.
Alessandro Dell’Acqua may have been happy with the designs for his men’s and women’s Spring 2010 lines, but he is not pleased with the final product. The designer has issued a letter distancing himself from his distribution company, noting that the quality of the collections is not up to his standards. When we called for comment, Dell’Acqua declined to discuss the matter. Is he the industry’s next Hervé Léger or Helmut Lang—a designer who doesn’t own his name? [FWD]
Just as boys will be boys, fashion designers will be fashion designers. So while Marc Jacobs surprised us all by showing up in actual pants, Swarovski Womenswear Designer winner Alexander Wang mixed things up with a formal shorts look. Piece by piece, Wang’s tidy look actually consisted of black cotton-sateen Comme des Garçons shorts, a white Band of Outsiders oxford and a black vintage Helmut Lang tux jacket. (Wasn’t he in high school when Helmut was still helming his eponymous house? ) “It’s for me to feel comfortable,” explained Wang backstage. “I always feel awkward in a full get-up. You’ve got to break it up a little.” Of course, when his name was announced, Wang realized that his gentlemanly gesture of lending his jacket to his date might get him in trouble, but he wriggled it back on just in time to accept his award on stage.