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Martial Raysse Retrospective @ The Pompidou Center
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The Pompidou Center hosts radical works in its Parisian, 5 story modern art museum done-up in "high-tech" design.  The front of the cold-looking building is lined with an escalator that juts out from the side with only a piece of plexiglass between you and the incredible view.  From the fifth floor, the marvel of Paris is taken in with wonder.  It is with this wonderment that one enters the Pompidu, where you are mystified once again.  

In September 2014, the Pompidou showed an array of pieces from the Martial Raysse collection.  Raysse's list of materials put a spin on realism that tickles the brain with plastic fibers, pre-fab throwaways, and neon lights.  This out-of the-box approach was the new frontier of the art world then, and continues to echo in the cave of innovative art and style.  Raysee did not wish to ditch classical methods completely, but his sources of inspiration differed drastically from those artists before him.  He was making art in a time when the definition of art challenged the status quo again, thus changing it with his compositions.

Who is this man with a multi-media grasp on hot colors?  He is a well-loved artist from France who flocked to New York to join the Pop Art Scene in its heyday.  

He didn't always want to be a visual artist.  He thought he would pursue his passion for writing and language.  Still, his work which often dealt with the human form set all niches of the visual work aflame from fashion to commercial design.

His philosophy on the utility of art is as follows:

“I’ve always thought that the purpose of art is to change lives. But the important thing today, it seems to me, is to change what surrounds us on all levels of human relationship. Some people think that life is copying. Others know it is inventing. You don’t quote Rimbaud, you live him."

An anti-fashion poem to London Fashion Week by S.S.Wall
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What's in the box? Somebody has put something in my drink - half these people are pink squealing pigs, and the other half havent moved an inch. But the manakins that move sure look fine, they try just as hard to ignore the ordeurves as they do to snipe the free sparkling wine. These egos can exist in a vacuum, especially in the mirrors of bathrooms. Things are getting serious this week in london see - Guantanamo detainees can piss for free but when even Vivienne's on the tube she got to pay 20p. Why do we rejoice in others imperfections, but despise our very own? Everyone deserves flaws, everyone is thinks they are the pigeon in the cage of peacocks but when it comes down to it everything and everyone including it's creator lives inside the box.

Down The Fashion Rabbit Hole With London Stylist Extraordinaire Olivia Loeke Keelor! Part 3
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After spending the last few days being a well-dressed loner, I was relieved to have a call from my friend to say I’d be attending the Marques Almeida show. Unless you have really bad wifi, you’ll know that Marques Almeida reinvented the starch formation and created ‘posh denim’. As the models paraded through the ‘you need to knows’ I was in awe of the relaxed unhemmed two pieces. They gave the relaxed vibe as if they had been washed up on the shore of a white- sanded beach. The pavement outside was a runway of Marques Almeida’s actual muses all perfectly unhinged and harboring pieces that are an invite only.

I then found myself in the seedy streets of Soho being snapped. What else was I to expect…wearing two hats, broken boots found in the Nevada desert and four different types of animal print I was a showcase in myself. Here I found Kim a retired accountant from Malaysia. Kim was a fashion fan and he wore it. In his vintage fur coat he shouted out wear what you want and wear it well.

Up the ramp of the carpark and through the crowd of wannabes, I found myself accompanied with two anti fashion, beer-loving mancunians. In the show of all show rooms. Past the pompous bored vendors I began to seek. I stumbled across the miniature Tracy Rose, whose hats (and nails) are bigger than her. Rose’s hats are 100% British, they embody the honey of our humor.

Wearing two hats a simple move of conscious faux-pas-ery I threw the cat amongst the pigeons whilst some embraced the sardonic manipulation others struggled to compute it. An outraged milliner even asked me to step away from their “been done a million times before” over priced collection. While others like Zoe Sherwood invited me in with open arms. Zoe and her assistant who was clearly equally in love with her work confidently showcased the delicate immigration of someone who really cares.

Almost forgetting I had two hot males in tow, my senses were quickly alerted by the catcall of a swooning tourist. I grabbed my seasons must have accessories and strutted my way to the snug of a pub to undress…in style of course.

Down The Fashion Rabbit Hole With London Stylist Extraordinaire Olivia Loeke Keelor! Part 2
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And as if by a magical zap of a laser beam I was in a space ship being taken to Clio Peppiatt’s planet of cosmic creation. Clio’s clothes are fun! The kitsch disco 70’s prints teamed with the ‘Jawbreaker’ high school vibe. Made me feel like a privileged partygoer…even the models were dancing with me. Clio is becoming noted for her leather mini skirt suits and psychedelic furs. And my god to do I want one.

Inspired by the colourful celestial sphere from the previous day, I adored myself in Dior. A floor sweeping Fred Flinstone yellow fur coat, and a green fluffy Mohawk. I found myself yet again surrounded by beautiful geniuses with the same passion of fashion burning away at their fingertips.

The large marble hall of the Freemasons was boasting upcoming ambitious designers. Here I saw what fashion was really about. Not about money but about craftsmanship and the desire to create a spectacle. Down stairs there was a team of young blood sparking fun, from Krasimira Stoyneva’s hairy striped coats to Typical Freaks bone yard fluro organza. There was fun to be had in these clothes. But there was also the looming reminder of how fucked up everything is. That was illuminated perfectly by Mehle’s suspended caught in the act orange jumpsuit.

Typical Freaks SS16


I took my little red boots up the cascading stair-case to be invited into a larger than life piece of contrasting art, the 9-5 mind couldn’t begin to timetable in. Here I got speaking to Milena Konakchieva whose work was dresses being birthed by huge vintage Mary Poppins style bags. It gave me the realization that was fashion! Our treasured outfits come in little bags that we swing around with pride until we open them up and we make them come alive. Milena’s unrealistic reality was the perfect example of this.