Andy and Jean-Michel

I like to think that once upon a time at Indochine people like Warhol or Basquiat were sitting in these very same booths, beneath the banana leaf murals and eat the very same delicious entries. (Althought I don’t know if they were really into eating).

It used to be a place for artists, my friend Glenn told me.

Carine, André, and Anna

Then the artists were joined by the Fashion people, but as he pointed out, nowadays, Art and Fashion are more or less the same.

And it’s true that people who think of one at the exclusion of the other are usually not very funny, or much artistic. This works both ways.

Friday night was Indochine 25th anniversary party and I skipped a philosophy lecture to arrive early.

The charming Nadine, orchestrating the guests.

Some people in amazing costumes were already waiting anxiously outside the tent, and then once inside we queued in front of the stairs into the restaurant where most of the action seemed to happen. At irregular intervals the charming Nadine would appeared from behind the curtains, and with the magnaninous power of a blond goddess saved a few human beings by letting them in.

The tenebrous Lady Fag

Once saved, I elbowed my way to the center of the booming crowded room. But most of the guests were too gorgeous –or too tall, as is the case with some of the superstar drag queens – to be pushed on the side, and I finally had to retreat in the basement bar and dance floor, which some insiders refers to as Under-chine and had not seen open for decades.

Todd’s straw hat state of destruction is far more sophisticated than one would thought.

Casey, one of the best dressed men of the night, was wearing a thrift store $10 suit

The elegant and cool Jean-Marc, hero of the party.

The amazing Sophie-Anne, from Paris.

With a moustache, Hamish revealed an entirely different personality.

Gabi and Adi wearing their own extraordinary designs

I’m not so much of a dance person. I would rather read a book, or talk to someone, so I went up to the go-go dancer poles and asked one of the prettiest go-go girls if it would bother her if we had a little chat while she was working. I had  to shout over what I recognized as an old  B52s tune, without the certainty to be heard. She shooked her head, but it was not clear what the answer was.

From Art, or Fashion, I insisted, what do you think is… It seemed she meant go-go dancing is an Art form, like everything else.

For those who missed the party, a commemorative book has just been published by Rizzoli : Indochine, Stories, Shaken and Stirred. The limited edition available at Indochine even comes with a free set of labelled paper napkins and two pairs of chopsticks.

Andy Warhol thing at the SF MoMA!!! While I am in California! My Extended Essay will love this!

http://www.sfmoma.org/events/1507

Andy Warhol is dead, but he still iritates me. A lot of people love him, and he has some original and thought provoking art, but at the same time his still highly overrated.

Why do I feel this way? A couple of of years ago Toronto had an exhibit of his work and I had the ‘pleasure’ of seeing it. However, these works contained highly disturbing images. Art is a viewer beware industry and I am not a prude, but silk screens of John Kennedy’s assasination strike me as somewhat inappropriate. As do pieces containing images of a woman who had committed suicide and teens laying dead on the road from a car crash.

In North America the ability to express yourself freely is a wonderful thing and I believe people should be able to create whatever they wish. I do not however, feel that these works by Warhold are worthy of the attention they garner.

Warhol was indeed an interesting person and definitely created an interesting genre in pop art. But exploiting death and hailing it as great art will never be right in my books. He is just a man who managed to create an abstract image for himself. At the end of the day he was an excellent sales man and I’m not sold… yet.

“Ca$h for your Warhol”

Cambridge, Mass. – In an alley

Taken by John Forrester

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Ele veste sua melhor camisa social branca e sai pra rua. A lama corre por tudo, preenche os esgotos; mas ele é esperto demais para qualquer imprevisto: pula de uma táboa à outra, de uma pedra até a calçada, e consegue manter seus sapatos de couro limpos.

Na boca do fumo ele quase esbarra em uma travesti beijando um jovem traficante. A desordem paira no ar como uma marchinha de carnaval descarrilhada. Beijos e olhares aprehensivos. Corre boato que os flagras nas ruas estão mais frequentes – coisa da população encarar já todos os dias. Flagras de dar água na boca.

Ele chega ao cinema e olha para cima. O cartaz anuncia a apresentação de um clássico de Andy Warhol: Flesh. As poucas pessoas que estão por ali estudam a camisa branca do rapaz como se fosse um símbolo de sua pureza interior. Parecem pessoas vindas de uma Nova Iorque dos anos 60: calças jeans, jaquetas de couro, óculos escuros, brilhantina, lenços coloridos que indicam preferências no escurinho do cinema.

Chupando drops de anis, ele paga por seu ingresso e entra pelo corredor escuro e mofado que leva à sala de exibição. Se senta no meio de uma fila vazia. Poucas cabeças se viram para lhe olhar. Na tela grande se desenrolam cenas em preto e branco. Logo ele verá dois homens se beijando. Logo logo ele se perderá.

Uma dica para quem está indo agora ou até o início do ano para Buenos Aires.

Vad heter muffins när man ätit upp dem? – Muffanns.

Semi, vad är det för ord egentligen? – Ett halvt.

På samma nivå ligger Andy Warhols parfymprojekt som buteljerades i silversprejade coca cola-flaskor och som på konstnärens begäran skulle vara gul och heta You’re In.

Comprei essa latinha na Colette, em Paris, em junho. Quase morri quando vi a Marilyn estampada nos pedacinhos de chocolate e surtei de felicidade quando vi que só custava $ 12 euros.

A Colette é, de longe, uma das lojas mais legais que já visitei na vida. Ela é tipo uma prima elegante, chic, sofisticada, francesa e absoluta da Urban Outfitters.

Super descolada e com uma fachada inteira de vidro na Rue Saint-Honoré (pertinho do Louvre), o espaço é referência em consumo cool e especializado em peças únicas e de morrer de designers do mundo inteiro.

No entanto, minha visita foi mais sofrimento do que prazer, já que lá é tudo caríssimo (tirando o super deal que consegui nos chocolates). Afinal, o que esperar de uma loja que oferece peças exclusivas de Balmain e Lanvin?!

I just read this hilarious report about a couple of crooked art dealers trying to pawn off some fake Warhol’s last Wednesday in Utah. The allegedly original and signed Warhol prints were of Mathew Baldwin, one of the brothers of Alec, Stephen, William and Daniel Baldwin (the famous actors). Only problem is, there is no Mathew Baldwin. Not to mention that they were signed and dated 1996.  Andy Warhol died in 1987.

From the Salt Lake Tribune:

“Andy Warhol didn’t create pictures of Alec Baldwin’s nonexistent brother. And he sure wouldn’t have done it when he was dead. But two Utahns, a 65-year-old Cottonwood Heights man and a 29-year-old woman from Saratoga Springs, were charged Wednesday with trying to sell similar pieces of fake art to a collector by passing them off as real.

According to charging documents, the couple agreed to sell another man six Andy Warhol art pieces for $100,000 in February 2008. The man was told that the subject of the art was Mathew Baldwin, purportedly one of the brothers in the family of actors. The pieces were signed and dated 1996.

After giving the couple a down payment of $25,000, the man took the art to an appraiser in California. The appraiser informed the man the art was fake because there was no Mathew in the famous Baldwin family. He also pointed out that the signatures were forged because Warhol died in 1987, charging documents state.

Both are charged with theft by deception and communications fraud, second-degree felonies. They also face six third-degree felony charges of forgery.” …Read the rest of the story here.

Today I was working with a teacher using Photo Filtre to enhance images. We used inspiration from the artist Andy Warhol’s art. Here is an example showing one of the neat effects you can use! Photo Filtre is freeware – click here if you want to download it and try some of the filtres and colours yourself.

Andy Warhol in Chinatown, 1965, by Stephen Shore

Andy: “I really like to eat alone. I want to start a chain of restaurants for other people who are like me called ANDYMATS – ‘The Restaurant for the Lonely Person’. You get your food and then you take your tray into a booth and watch television.”

Foi ótimo o Luluzinhacamp aqui em Belo Horizonte. Conheci uma galera de gente legal e diferente. O encontro foi no último sábado à tarde, no restaurante Mosteiro. Curti o encontro, apesar de ter ido lá morrendo de vergonha.

Sou uma pessoa ultra tímida. Então acabei não sendo das maaaais falantes. Queria ter falado a respeito dos sites, mas, ao contrário do que pensei, o encontros não teve assuntos específicos ou programação, como os de São Paulo e Rio sempre tem. A gente chegou lá, sentou e conversou. Tipo ir pro boteco e jogar conversa fora.

Isso deixou as coisas um pouco complexas pra mim, já que não houve uma apresentação de quem era cada uma. E um montão de mulher falando ao mesmo tempo! Guardei o nome de algumas, outras agora conheço de rosto e não sei o nome e ainda tem aquelas com as quais não tive como conversar, porque estavam longe. Foram umas 15 pessoas! Muito acima das minhas expectativas!

Gostei muito, apesar de ter querido participar um pouco mais. E ganhei dois brindes fan-tás-ti-cos! Um é o livro da Milla Mathias, “Quem disse que você não tem nada para vestir?” e o outro foi uma camisa muito fashion, com o trabalho do Andy Warhol que ilustra a capa do Velvet Underground, a famosa banana, que coloquei aí no topo do post. Apesar da Amanda ter me dado o bolo, os meus dois presentes tem a ver com moda. Quem diria?

Então agora as garotas estão falando de fazer um amigo oculto e se encontrarem novamente. Acho ótimo! Espero ter outra oportunidade de rever essas meninas legais e, quem sabe, conseguir me articular com todo mundo! E falar dos sites, dos problemas ambientais que me incomodam, conseguir anotar algumas coisas, trocar receitas… seria bacana demais!

In this Special Collector’s Issue (!) I spend 3x the space speaking on only 1 person, place, thing, or idea, and the noun chosen can pretty much claim to be a person, for certain, a place, a disposition in life, a thing, too cool for school, and an idea, as in being the original rock star. Forget your whiny, flannel dressed Kurt Cobain, and don’t forget The King, Elvis Presley, but put him to the side for now- my most passionate pop culture crush and obsession of all time is lovely, gorgeous, and an icon…

Edith Minturn Sedgwick

The history: Born April 20th, 1943 (- November 16, 1971), to Alice Delano de Forest (1908–1988), a cowardly woman that would rather pretend unicorns exist and that her husband wasn’t a disgusting sexual deviant and abomination of life than do anything about it, and Francis Minturn Sedgwick, (1904–1967), a disgusting sexual deviant and abomination of life, in Santa Barbara, California.  Edie grew up to die to early, only then to make herself known to me and thus tormenting me with the fact I’ll never be nearly as cool as she was, that I’ll never get to make her my wife (I know I’m devastatingly lame, leave me alone).  Grand daughter of Revolutionaries, and personal friends of George Washington, she was born into privilege (if that’s the word) from the years of wealth connected to the Dutch West India Company, South Pacific Transportation Company (then the Southern Pacific Railroad), Williams College, and tons of other things.  The problems in her life stemmed from the same place most problems in life do, and that is family.  Francis, or Fuzzy as he was known, is said to have molested many of his 8 children, males and females, young Edie included.  Fuzzy, long believed by many to be a closet homosexual, may possible have been the cause of the homosexuality in Edie’s older brother Francis, affectionately known as Minty, who was even an alcoholic by the age of 15.  He attended AA meetings until admission to Silver Hill, then later to Bellevue after being seen in Central Park, standing on a statue and giving a speech to an audience of zero.  From there to Manhattan Psychiatric Center, then back to Silver Hill, where was found dead, hanging himself in his room the day before his twenty-sixth birthday.  To make the tragedy worse, brother Bobby, who had been to numerous hospitals himself, including some Minty had been treated at, crashed his motorcycle while not wearing a helmet into the side of a bus in NYC on the last day of 1964.  13 days later he died, and Edie was emotionally obliterated at the loss of two brothers.  Minty had once told Edie, according to a friend of hers, that “she was the only Sedgwick he could ever hope for.”  It wasn’t long until Edie was being institutionalized for anorexia, reaching 90lbs in Silver Hill before being transferred to Bloomingdale Lunatic Asylum.  Near the end of her stay, on leave with a pass, she got pregnant and was forced to have an abortion.

That’s some heavy junk, huh?  Now, I don’t want to focus simply on the travesties she endured and lived through, which only get worse and include crippling drug addiction and dependence (drugs are what ultimately killed her), broken hearts via asshats Bob Dylan and Bob Neuwirth, a cold, uncaring, and devious “friend” and collaborator Andy Warhol who refused to help her ever, or even be fair in monetary matters.  Further hospitalizations, electroshock therapy, and anything else in the world you could imagine was endured by her with biting realism.  This tiny, madly artistic little girl was made of steel and stone, and to have glimmered so brightly in her life, in spite of her life, is a true testament that the kinda strength men pray to their gods at night for isn’t only real, but is unutterably beautiful.  Vogue magazine thought her the bee’s knees (aside from her identification as a drug user) and featured her a few times.  LIFE magazine did, too.  Assuming you’ve been clicking the links in this article, you should be well aware of what a presence she was.  Now, I don’t know about you, but I have to take my hat off to champions who live life by their own rules and personify our best traits and our best ambitions.  To clarify, I’m not saying hard drug use is good, cool, or healthy, but to focus on that aspect of her life is putting too much gravity in the surrounding details.

Her voice and the way her body moved put in me a sense of awe.  I can understand the difficulties one might have in seeing the grace in a party-heavy socialite, but what she had is old school, and probably extinct now.  I know this because I’ve experienced it first hand in a grandmother of mine, now deceased.  She had a high society sophistication in the shell of a cool, down ass chick that could play in the mud or drop jaws in a dress.  Well, she was old when I was born so not that I ever saw, but I could tell this about her.  It’s an aura that comes from a person, and even in photographs I feel a kinetic energy from Edie Sedgwick.  To be honest, it’s very difficult for me to put my feelings for her into cogent words, but I, simply said, feel a camaraderie with her.  And she was so sexy! It’s insane how attracted to Edie I am.  I ♥ her.  I know she was married and all when she passed away, but I totally got dibs on her in the afterlife.

PS: I will, of course, further discuss Edie, the history of her life, her modeling work, films, and how gorgeous she was in future posts.  It’s called a compulsion, and you have front row tickets.  You’re a lucky duck!

      BOOK EVENTS

      TODAY

      Mystery Book Group-  Antigone Books, 411 N. Fouth Ave.  Group will discuss THE SANCTUARY SEEKER by Bernard Knight.  12:30 p.m.  Nov. 22.  Free.  792-3715

      KITTY HUMBUG’S CHRISTMAS TAIL book signing- Madaras Gallery, 3001 E. Skyline Drive.  Artist and author Diana Madaras will sign and personalize books.  1:30 p.m.  Nov. 22.  Free.  615-3001 

      Thanksgiving fiesta 2009-  Singing Wind Bookshop, 700 W.  Singing Wind road.  Benson.  Authors will read and sign their books.  Music by the Santa Cruz River Band.  1-5 p.m.  Nov. 22.  Free.  1-520-586-2425 

      Buddhist Book Group- Antigone Books, 411 N. Fourth Ave.  Group will discuss ESSENCE OF THE HEART SUTRA: THE DALAI LAMA’S HEART OF WISDOM TEACHINGS by the Dalai Lama.  2 p.m.  Nov. 22.  Free.  792-3715

      FRIDAY 

      Meet Richard Polsky and Al Perry- Antigon Books, 411 N. Fourth Ave.  A discussion of the art world with art dealer Richard Polsky, author of I SOLD ANDY WARHOL (TOO SOON) and listen to music by Al Perry.  7 p.m.  Nov. 27.  Free 792-3715 

      Find more calendar listings online at dailystarcalendar.com

In case you didn’t know, Andy Warhol’s roots can be traced back to Eastern Slovakia’s village of Mikovሠ(at that time part of Austro-Hungarian Empire). Although Andy Warhol was born already in Pittsburgh, Pensylvania, his parents were Ruthenian immigrants from this small village in today’s Slovakia. Andy Warhol’s two younger brothers – John and Paul – were born in Slovakia.

To remember Andy Warhol’s Slovak origins, The Andy Warhol Museum of Modern Art was opened in the Slovak town of Medzilaborce on September 1, 1991 primarily on the initiative of Andy Warhol’s brother John. It was the first Andy Warhol’s museum in the world and at that time (and it might be still true today) it was the only museum of its kind in Europe.

The Andy Warhol Museum of Modern Art (www.andywarhol.sk)

The Andy Warhol Museum of Modern Art in Medzilaborce consists of three permanent expositions of Andy Warhol’s works and precious artefacts about his origins (acquired or borrowed from his relatives and acquaintances). To see pictures from the museum, click hereˆ.

Should you need accommodation in the vicinity, search for Medzilaborce at Booking.comˆ.

Further reading:

• The Andy Warhol Museum of Modern Art Medzilaborceˆ
• The Andy Warhol Societyˆ
• Andy Warhol (Wikipedia)ˆ

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