14 posts tagged "Yoko Ono"
Yoko Ono requires no introduction. Artist, musical groundbreaker, all-around revolutionary…You know. Yoko Ono. It’s a surprise, really, that a woman so iconic isn’t inspiring fashion collections each and every season. This season, at last, Ono will be front and center at Threeasfour, and in more ways than one. Adi Gil, Angela Donhauser, and Gabriel Asfour, the designers of Threeasfour, have taken Ono as their muse for Spring 2010, adapting some of her little-known dot drawings for prints in the new collection, cajoling her into soundtracking the show, and putting her in the front row. The connection between Ono and Threeasfour isn’t incidental; her son Sean Lennon, also a person who doesn’t require much introduction, has been buddying around with the Threeasfour crew for years. “He filled me in on their work,” Ono says. “So I was excited to meet them, finally, at a concert a friend of mine was giving in my loft.” Lennon has actually contributed music to previous Threeasfour shows—a few seasons ago, he played live. But the music at the Spring ’10 show is a family affair: The new Yoko Ono Plastic Ono Band album, Between My Head and the Sky, which Lennon produced, comes out September 22 on his own label, and Threeasfour showgoers get the preview. The show is tonight at MAC & Milk; in the meantime, Ono and Lennon talk to Style.com about synchronicity, dots, and diaper-changing.
Sean, I vaguely recall that you wrote a new piece for that Threeasfour show you played at a few seasons ago…
Sean Lennon: The birdsong opera. That was a funny situation—they wanted something involving birds, and I’d just happened to have been working on something using this old scientific birdcall album.
That’s some synchronicity.
SL: We’re like family. There’s a very strong kind of internal connection. But this show, this story’s not about me. It’s really about the connection between my mom’s art, her drawings, and Threeasfour’s sense of form. I mean, it’s kind of eerie—this series of abstract pointillist drawings is just crazily similar to the way they do their cuts. It seemed like it would be cool to use the music to extrapolate the connections between their aesthetics. Especially since we have the album coming out next week.
Make that Fourasfour. Threeasfour’s newest muse and collaboratrice is none other than Yoko Ono. In some ways, we kind of saw that coming. [WWD]
Recession victim # 147 (rough estimate): We received news this morning that Camilla Særk is canceling her September 12 show at Milk Studios. WWD confirmed the change in Stærk’s schedule, but notes that the designer is focusing on her new line, Stærk Signature, which she plans to show at the Rendez-Vous NYC trade show later this month. For now, at least. [WWD]
Shalom Harlow will be serving drinks in drag for Organic on Fashion’s Night Out. That’s all. [Fashion Week Daily]
By now, anyone with an Internet connection knows that Chanel’s new art container concept, Mobile Art, has landed on Central Park’s Rumsey Playfield. What’s not to love about a globe-trotting exhibit inspired by the beloved 2.55 quilted handbag, you wonder? Just ask The New York Times‘ architecture critic Nicolai Ouroussoff. It seems the Zaha Hadid-designed spaceshiplike structure—which houses original works from 20 contemporary artists including Stephen Shore, Sophie Calle, and Yoko Ono—struck Ouroussoff as more than a bit indulgent. We’d like to take this opportunity to defend the French fashion house and its traveling homage against such recession-minded reticence.
For its placement in the park, Ouroussoff accused the Chanel pavilion of “dismantling the boundary between the civic realm and corporate interests.” Hmm. With taxpayers set to funnel $700 billion straight to Wall Street, we can’t help but feel this is the least of our worries. Fashion has long been prone to frivolity; it’s part of our charm. But to hold something that’s drawing cash-strapped crowds and even creating jobs (as reported by the WSJ) against us as an example of our utter obliviousness to the crumbling financial world is, like, way harsh. Admission is free, after all.
Oh, and one more thing. “An elaborate mousetrap for consumers?” Please. How elaborate could it be if nothing is for sale? Century 21. That’s an elaborate mousetrap. This is really more like a subliminal messaging system whispering something we’ve known all along: Chanel is chic.