Manhattan Far Away

Manhattan from far, tomorrow it will be even further away, it will disappear in the distance of memories. New York will transcend into a magic land, unreal for me. Christmas is taking over people's visions, let it be, be free, free from work and consumption. But hunt the family, care, share. To see, be aware is the key. Squeeze the orange, drink from the vine, but keep the pleasure near. Don't forget that regret is punching you down, let that boom not be the sound of your fall.

Soho Grand - A Night In Leather

Friends enjoying the night.

Me, dancing in a leather catsuit.

Jamie and Angie dancing among balloons.
Jamie Bochert and Michael Pitt

Jamie Bochert's birthday. Soho Grand Hotel. Private party. Creatures dressed in black. Leather. Lingerie. High Heels. FETISH. A dance with trash, rubber, balloons.

Bodies In Mind

The days have been full of energy, but the air is so still, calm, frozen, snow, winter, cold. On one of those cold nights this painting was created. I call it "Bodies In Mind."
I find it mentally satisfying to paint shapes of bodies. Bodies have such a fluent pattern, a language of curves, hidden treasures, character and personality.
Just like the winter landscape, a general stillness.
But underneath the stillness, the storm is waiting to spin around the circumstances.

"Bodies In Mind" is not finished yet, and might never be....

The Friday Night Result

Walked in the East Village last Friday, late evening, Tompkins Square Park down to a Serbian restaurant to meet some friends. There were dogs tied up on the street, they seemed calm, a peaceful sin, I had to picture them. When I had my camera in hand, I did not want to put it down. It was a great feeling to be able to focus in on my surroundings. I randomly pictured a tenement building, then a graphic wall, some construction work. I was not pleased with my shots. Even if I like snapshots without a meaning behind, I got bored of my pictures.
I have a love for nature and trees.
It was a relief to point the camera up to the sky.
To get caught by the arms of the trees, before the light could capture the infinite universe.

Twin Magazine Shoot. Boys. And Me.

Behind-The-Scenes of Twin Magazine

Photographed by Jason Kibbler
Styled by Celestine Cooney
Casting director Sarah Murray

Males in the British way. Casted from the street. An artist, a shoe designer, a model, a musician, a designer, and some other personalities....They're all from London's Underground scene, the new generation of punk/hipsters. Collaboration in front of the camera, characters transformed, exploded, developed, interacted with the space, the light, the photographer, the others. Two days of theatre, acting, personalizing, body language, give, give, give. Take. Fun. Break.

The Messy Friday

The Friday.
Lack of sleep.
Spinning mind messes up the focus.
A mess of obsessions.
A mess of creativity.
A mess of a strong will.
Divided.

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I could not make up my mind which of the figs tree I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant, loosing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet”

Page 77 The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Lanvin Party

Jamie, Joseph and me
Jamie and "Cher"
Alana and Siri

Lanvin
Always ends with tired feet.
But happy dancing to wild beats.
Thanks for tonight.

The Raven And I

The raven and I.
One wig.
Made of feathers.
Visually cutting the length of my hair.
Leave the light.
The darker times are here.
The day is about to arrive....
The day when the pumpkin turned into a masquerade party.
The masquerade party turned into a mad house.
The mad house turned into monsters.
Monsters will always stay in our minds.
Monsters of all kinds.

Extended - Self-portrait

Extensions. An extended self that emerges from an unknown human. Contradiction of myself. Duality against the organic. Amuses ego. Abuses the truth. Like a play with myself. Produce a character. Extend it. Let it become an act interacted. You. You. And you. Release the head. Move from heavy bed. Space for the new. Throw away old layers like dust. Keep some. Share. Explore. Inspire. Adore. Transform. Be. But play. See. Extend.

Dreams

Symbolic dreams, every night a new sight.

War, a secret mission, forest and fear.

Playing violin, improvisation among the unknown.

A flood, which brakes the path between me and trust....

Dust and a steel bluish wall affected by the light, brightened up, contrast even deeper.

The window with sunlight, awakened the space, shaded the walls, alive.

A sexual experience, no clearance, just dirt, it hurts!

Liselotte Watkins

Swedish Elle - By Liselotte Watkins

I met illustrator, Liselotte Watkins for the first time in Stockholm last winter. Swedish Elle wanted illustrations of me for their magazine, and I was happy to finally work with Liselotte. Her work has been a huge inspiration to me. After meeting her, I discovered that she is a wonderfully warm person with exuberant energy and a fantastic eye for beauty, working constantly with new and exciting projects.

On this day, I met Liselotte and her son, Wim in Milano. We went to the big Sunday market around the river. The sun was shining, with beautiful old vintage bags, jewelry, furniture....so many people all gathered around together.

Why did you start with drawing?

Drawing is what I have always done. Not better when I was a kid then anyone else, just a lot more. And I do believe that practice makes perfect!

What is your thought of beauty?

Beauty is like what Bob Colacello once said, the hardest drug. I get completely lost in beauty. And finding it everywhere all the time. Beauty is anything from that perfect cup of coffee in the morning to getting a drawing just just right! But beauty is also about balance. There has to be a edge to it, perfect beauty can also be quite boring.

What inspires you for your drawings?

Everything, but of course most of all I am inspired by faces. New faces and faces of friends. I keep all the faces in my head like a library and then check them out when its time to draw, very handy!

How do you define good style?

There is no such thing as good style or taste. It's all individual and about the element of surprise. It has of course nothing to to with money, but all about imagination and creativity. Usually the most interesting people who are full of ideas and opinions have the best style.

Tell me a secret about yourself?

I have no filter between my brain and my mouth, everything comes straight out. Really bad at being all secretive and mysterious.

Which is your favorite city and why?

Paris is definitely my favorite city. But actually Milan where I live at the moment is growing. I am liking it more every day. It's all about the people in the city where you live.

What are you doing in your free time?

In my free time (which nowadays I have very little of), I try to teach my 6 month old how to crawl. It is a challenge. And I am finally learning how to be patient. It's about time!

Who's your favorite artist?

My favorite artist is definitely Lucian Freud. He captures people in a breathtaking way.

Also check out Liselotte's blog:
http://liselottewatkins.blogspot.com/

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Chanel Prêt-à-Porter S/S 2011

The black and white garden
Abbey Lee and her necklace combination
Karlie Kloss and her orange juice
Coco Rocha with the microphone

Chanel Prêt-à-Porter S/S 2011

Call time is at 6 am at the Grand Palais. Tired models getting quickly motivated after having their morning coffee, good energy, considering the early morning. Individuals with all kinds of styles, some wearing high heels, others long jackets, fur or a vintage piece. Peter Philips is playing with his knowledge of makeup, shading in black, and greenish glitter around the eyes.

Grand Palais, a huge fantasy garden in black & white, a long, long walkway, around 80 models and even more looks, a live orchestra in addition to the clothing makes a powerful show, like a surrealistic dream. The entire production completes Karl's vision of dramatic luxury.

Ann Demeulemeester S/S 2011

Jamie Bochert



The colors black and white, between that a printed transition of photos, connecting the contrast between dark and light. Military jackets, buttoned up to the neck, letting the clothes protect, sculptural shapes wrap us. Ann Demeulemeester expresses moods, the side of life that is unpredictable. Her androgynous goth creations take us a step further out from fashion and into individuals and their inner struggle.

Let The Show Begin

Let the show begin, turn it against the wind, it's not what you think.
Sometimes what you first see is not the reality.
Put it into perspective and oh you have another view.
It might be scary, so be aware of your fear.
Don't fake the long way, do it the strong way.
Walk in fire if that's your desire.
Hands are for workers, use them without abusing them.

Film by Christiana and Dorothea

Rodarte, Backstage

Two sisters, Kate and Laura Mulleavy, from Northern California, inspired by the nature that surrounded their childhood. The forest, the wood, the water, the golden light that is created by the sunset or the sunrise. The results of hard work, playful thoughts, inspirational moments, and collaboration between the bond of sisters, are beautiful queens walking down the runway, with golden lashes and sun-kissed skin, side-parted hair, wearing the creations. Fish tails, wood & leaf patterns, shapes that sculpt the hips, the waist, the shoulders. On top of that, nostalgic music that puts the production in complete beauty.