On my way to the furniture Salone in Milan, although not the shortest route, I made a meditative stop at Novy Dvur, the iconic minimalist monastery designed by John Pawson in Czechoslovakia. Here is ...
At the opening of « Dressed For Art » at fi:af, Glenn O’Brien arrived with a large bag, from which he pulled out a bullhorn to read some of his poems. Plain Give me a plain. Make it a medium plain. ...
It was night at JFK, and the boarding of the giant A380 seemed to never end, when recognizing the silhouette of Grace Coddington seating front row reminded me that Paris Fashion Week was about to sta...
In France, Sophie Calle is to Art what Marguerite Duras is to literature : a super heavyweight champion who appeals to sensitive folks. Back in the Fall, during FIAF Festival, Sophie Calle transforme...
As I have mentioned before, once in a while I model for French GQ. This commercial commitment allows me to write difficult poetry and compose experimental music for tambourine in my free time without...
On a dark Sunday evening, I went down to Liberty Park to see the protesters. It had snowed the day before, and I wondered whether they were still there. They were huddling in an assembly, and to deba...
Peter Smith in a Paul Smith ad It seems that autumn magazine ads these days are all about S&M widows, or models in fake artists studios (the painter’s palette reworked by the make-up artist), whe...
Kaylie Schiff, from Guards It was at the CMJ Music Marathon in New York, a festival where during 5 days hundreds of bands play in small clubs or bigger venues from 10 am until late at night. And this...
Out of boredom on a recent Saturday afternoon, I was trying out some pants at Supreme when when my friend Victoire called to ask if I wouldn’t mind accompanying her to the party being given by Barne...
Housse de Racket on stage This was last Monday night, at Silencio, David Lynch’s new club. The metal stairs that lead you down at least 3 stories underground seem never to end. And as a matter of fa...
I was walking down rue de Richelieu in Paris recently when I stopped by Kitsuné, the music label and clothing company created by Gildas and Masaya. By coincidence they were showing some drawings from...
On September 9th Andy did a one day installation at the Half Gallery. In a work entitled « Casa Grande AZ 1972-1975 » 30 cacti of various shapes were arrayed on the floor, while black ballons floated...
In Battery Park, a man shadow boxing as the fireboat slowly passed by with its hoses turned on. A man looking like Jeff Bridges in a rescue team movie, except this was the real thing. Paul Simon sing...
It’s one thing to be possessed by clothes, it’s another to own them. This is why Colette, during this last July Men Shows in Paris, held an ironing class, exclusively for men, in its basement Water b...
When The Selby called to ask whether he could photograph my place, it was a nice surprise, of course, but I thought I should warn him : -You know, it’s kind of small… -Don’t tell me it’s smaller tha...
I was in London the other day, just walking away from Mr Bongo where I had scored some vinyls when I was caught in a huge gathering. The crowd seemed to have been staking out positions on the sidewal...
In 1975, word came to the late hippies of the small town I was living in Normandy that a nuclear plant was to be built nearby. When the news was announced, the idea was immediatedly associated with ...
In the midst of the winter I was invited to a preview of the Martha Graham Dance Company’s 85th Anniversary season. It was cold and lightly snowing the night I went up to the Martha Graham School of...
This is the time of the year in New York when you see them returning. The tall, thin, black silhouettes navigating the slush in their cheap Rock boots. They announce the coming of Fashion Week like q...
I have recently been offered to do some modeling for French GQ. I was worried I would have to lift weights or swim two hours a day, but they said it was okay to stay as I am. Modeling involves very l...
What I like to do in Tokyo is to get away from the main shopping areas and wander into the less-known neighborhoods, which in my mind must look more like Tokyo used to be. I wish I traveled there not...
Early this autumn, I was invited to attend Tokyo Graphic Passport, a creative and visual arts conference organized by +81 Magazine - a Japanese graphic design journal – with speakers coming fr...
A few weeks ago Gabi, Adi and Ange of threeASFOUR invited me to their studio, where they were doing the final fittings, one or two days before their show. Adi In the all mirror-and-aluminium surfaced...
On Fashion’s Night Out, the art galleries of Chelsea were no less crowded than the shopping sidewalks of Soho. At D’Amelio Terras, the incoming visitors had to be contained so as not to storm all at ...
I saw a man, with a dog, making his bed in a brand new condo on Flatbush Avenue. On a yacht moored in Battery Park, a man with a red turban was presiding to an intimate dinner, exposed to the Saturda...
This was about twelve months ago in Paris, at about this same time of the year. I went into a supermarket, around noon, and in the most mundane surrounding, my eyes were suddenly attracted by an unus...
This was a few weeks ago at the Dia Beacon Benefit. The Michael Heizer sculpture, the most powerful and impressive piece one might see in an indoor art space, was open to the Art patrons so they coul...
I did my best to sit in front of the artist with the appropriate seriousness. But when she lifted up her eyes, Marina didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic. I felt like a forgotten lump of clay on a ...
It was not without anxiety that I went to « The Artist Is Present », Marina Abramovic’s exhibit at MOMA. I had always feared that performance art would require a lot of patience, or specialized knowl...
A few nights ago, I was crossing the Central Park. There was a school party at the ice skating rink, and in the distance you could hear the booming music. It was on a lonely path just by the pond tha...
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