The Unknown Hipster

Damien Hirst’s “End of an Era”

Posted in Art by unknownhipster on February 9, 2010

Damien Hirst is one of those rare artists who once in a while produces an artwork that gains more instant awe than that of a new Ferrari parked on the street.

And he is one of the few artists today who challenge Money and Power with means that speak at equal level to the most wealthy and powerful.

A master of Vanitas,  he always find entertaining ways to remind the viewer  of Death, or that diamonds, no matter how many or big, are nothing.

“Judgement Day,” a thirty-foot long gold cabinet filled with 30,000 manufactured diamonds, is an ironic slap in the face of the shallow, while a consolation for the broke.

Viewers in front of “Painful Memories/ Forgotten Tears.” Gold plated,  glass and cubic zirconia.

Ancient Greek philosophers — and more recently,  psychedelic gurus — used the same rhetoric to one-up kings and rich merchants,  but somehow with less efficiency than an entire shark, or a bull’s head, submerged in formaldehyde solution.

Terry, the master of Fashion vanitas, was there !

The exhibition is called “End of an Era.” I don’t know if it refers to some political or financial analyses about the end of our era, or if it states that a particular body of Damien’s own work,  had come to an end.

Although the opening was on a Saturday, the uptown gallery (limos waiting outside) was buzzing with famous artists and important people.

The only way to know if somebody was less well-known was to see if he was taking pictures of others. Come to think of it, a lot of people were actually taking pictures of each other,  like at an entrance of a Fashion show.

This neck-tie works well with dots.

Rose’s necklace amusingly echoed the diamond paintings.

Damien was surrounded by people asking for autographs and handing to him various books or objects to be signed. A skateboarder even had a Damien dots new skateboard signed. I couldn’t see if he drew a big skull on it, as he did for some others of his fans.

Like Karl, Damien wears lots of Gothic rings : skulls and gargoyles.

A simple post-it signed by Damien

Larry talking with Mick

It turned out that the only discreet viewer was the real rock star, Mick is in a dark crewneck  sweater worn under a navy suit. Why does he looks so cool ? Of course, he has seen it all, even  Jean-Luc Godard filming the Rolling Stones recording “Sympathy to the Devil.” But while “One+One” could have been the coolest documentary,  JLD got carried away by vanity,  French intellectualism,  or some girlfriend’s advice,  and added all these revolutionary  theories sequences that required so much coffee for the viewer.

Unlike Damien’s works.

Mick walking along « Judgement Day ».

Karl’s little advice

Posted in Celebrities, Fashion by unknownhipster on May 25, 2009


Learning from Karl

Learning from Karl

Karl and I are the most opposite human beings one could imagine. But I often find myself closer to him than what I’d thought, and it’s not only megalomania. Besides that, I have an history with Karl. Back in the 90’s, I was once assigned by the underground magazine «The Clamped Oyster» (it had disappeared since, outpowered by glossies like among others, Purple) to report from Karl’s studio at the house of Chanel. I assisted to the last fitting before the show, in the very heart of the sanctuary, where Karl was reviewing and giving the last touch to his models, surrounded by collaborators, muses and advisers, such as Victoire de Castellane, Amanda Harlech who had left her horses for the day, and some of the world most prestigious magazines editors in chief. Everybody was so serious, the only fellow with who I could share a momentory friendship was Michel Gaubert, the soon to be World famous DJ, who modestly show me a cassette tape on which, the night before, he had laid down musics for the show: « a little of Mozart, a little of something else ». I should have been thrilled to be where no one’s never allowed, and in a sense I was –although I would have prefered to witness Allen Ginsberg reading « Howl » for the first time, or being 2nd camera assistant on Jean-Luc Godard’s « One + One », not to mention being an intern at the Factory in its glorious days – but somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on the action, distracted by Camille Miceli, the PR of the time, who in high boots, mini skirt and tight tee-shirt was asking me if I needed anything. I was hynotised, unaware that one day she would pose in her nude for Paradis, Thomas Lenthal’s magazine, who on his side was to become Victoire de Castellane’s husband. Back at the rehearsal, Philip Treacy, the great hat designer was graciously slouching in his casual clothes, while I had stupidly trade my worn out jeans and thrift store plaid shirts for what I believed to be more adapted to Couture, and had pulled off a boxy navy power suit, paired with a red tie. The red tie was the mistake, and when I was finally introduced to Karl, it was to hear « Oh, I thought you were the security man, looking after the jewelry ! ». One would have been vexated to death (and well, I can’t say I wasn’t) ! But I survived to understand I had been gifted with the most exclusive style advice ever (it’s okay, I’m glad to share it with you now).

So whenever I come accross a Karl’s interview, I read it, meticulously ! There’s always a lot to learn from. The most rescent one I read was in the May issue of Interview Magazine, where asked by model Sigrid Agren what would be his advice on how to become a supermodel, he replys :

Lagerfeld :(…) You want to know what the real secret is ?

Agren : Tell me.

Lagerfeld : It’s not being perfect.

Mutual influence

Mutual influence