RIP MICK ROCK

Mick Rock is the most legendary and crucial photographer in rock n’ roll. For decades he’s captured icons starting their careers, performing, in their prime or candid hangouts. His photos are electrifying, you can feel the raw star power jumping out of his pictures. Pure raucous energy that defines these bigger than life personas who’ve shaped the art scene solidifying their place in history, as well as our hearts. These are the people who shaped the world and our beings. Fortunate to have been alive at the same time as him. Thank you for the precious, beautiful art. The second photo is at the World Trade Center, a place that no longer exist. I mean it just doesn’t get better. Rest in peace Mick Rock, this one hurts. I chose picture from his insta as those are his obvious favorites. Which photo is your favorite? Photographer: Mick Rock

Serving Looks, Serving Maripol

Best fashion compliment of my life? Maripol, who I was stunned to meet in Graceland (a room covered wall to wall, top to bottom with photographs of Grace Jones, most taken by the aforementioned party) when Serge Becker introduced her. “You were just in The New York Times,” I blurted out leaving them astonished.

“Yeah,” she smiled slightly. We all went back to glum.

I continued setting up before making my way to the back dining room next door, turns out I was her server. For those not up to speed she created Madonna’s iconic Boy Toy look and styled Grace Jones. A legendary renaissance woman apart of a golden age of art from the 70’s-80’s, running in the most coveted social circles on the scene. Needless to say her standards were tip top bitch. And here I was fifteen minutes late in the first place, deciding to wear my Halloween costume for David Bowie who passed that day. Rocking a silk lavender jumpsuit, switching the scarf out for a black floral one, instead of the orange birds I originally donned. Tying it into a voluminous bow, that burst like a bouquet. “That’s a serious jumpsuit,” Serge commented earlier that evening, freaked out “I just dropped off flowers that exact color to Iman.” He stared incredulous by the coincidence, because coincidences don’t really exist, only synchronicity. Now, under Maripol’s appraising eye the pressure was on in more ways than one and no matter how hard I tried to please her service wise, she was unimpressed. Never enough water, never enough ice, the drinks were slow. Testing me, I knew.

I just kept going, complaining at the service bar that she might actually hate me. After a grueling effort the night ended. “Nice outfit,” Maripol said, leaving a generous tip.
“Thank you, it’s my homage to Bowie.”
“It’s beautiful.”

After being hawked and her whispering to the blonde next to her, I swore she hated everything about me. But it was option two, she was giving me shit because she liked me too much. This is a moment I will savior forever, fortunate enough just to meet her. What was the best fashion compliment you’ve ever received? Via: Documenting Fashion & Strip Project


Two For One Birthday

Today is the birthday of both Elvis Presley and David Bowie. Funny enough I’ve been picking up art is coming back, real art, not this void of entitled, gimmicky, fame hungry, clickbait shit. I’m talking the super stardom few here are carrying on their backs. The rising stars have been working and guided by the greats, but we’re still in a cleansing period for new things to grow and come forward. Enjoy the influence while you have it, many will be weeded out. Thank god.
Never forget 1983 David Bowie using his interview as a means to call out MTV for not playing black artists. See how he wasn’t being personally affected, but cares about equity and equality like a true legend. He didn’t need a movement and he wasn’t faking it. The days of the self serving, not here to change the world are numbered. Which icon do you resonate with more? Via: Music Monkeys

*He came with receipts (plus Michael Jackson made them eat it, P.S BLACK PEOPLE INVENTED ROCK AND ROLL nice try MTV): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZGiVzIr8Qg&list=FLf9E7t2XT3fEpk7s95hMUSg&index=373

Supermodel 101: Iman

A beautiful gazelle like creature come to life, elongated regal neck and grace included. The daughter of a diplomat and doctor was discovered by photographer Peter Beard who brought her to The States under the pretense that she lived a rural life. Since then she’s been the muse for Versace, Halston, Calvin Klein, Yves Saint Laurent (to name a few), on the cover of numerous magazines, television shows (ranging from Miami Vice to The Cosby Show) and music videos with the brothers Michael and Jermaine Jackson, Remember The Time and more recently discovered on my part Do What You Do. She went on to marry her ultimate soulmate rock god David Bowie, who was nervous af during their courtship, but knew she was one.
The mother of two speaks five languages and now has a successful makeup line Iman Cosmetics, which caters to women of color. She is still a bad bitch who has been working those angles for decades and is only adding to her resume. Thank you for being one of the black women to pave the way. What’s your favorite Iman decade? Via: Models.com, Yves Saint Laurent & Daniel Simon (Getty Images).

NYC Weekend Squad

Two parties, one city. Which event are you attending, 1983 with rockstars or 1965 with art stars? Currently drinking the same Jack as Keith, so I gotta go with the rockstars. Top: Rock Rebellion Bottom: Cosy Nostalgia