Slop tans, fresh beginnings and “noses painted peppered sunlight”, summertime is here, and so are the trance parties.
Psytrance parties are time for sunny shenanigans and messy celebrations; electronic rendezvous in the hills. sublime, spliffy and the window rolled down so your arm can ride the current and your skin can feel alive.
Longer days, sun-kissed skin and cold beers, Summer is a feeling. And like the Calling all Creative’s exhibitions, it’s a feeling that keeps building momentum.
September saw the arrival of the 4th Calling All Creative’s exhibition, a concept given life back in June this year. CAC’s is for the people, by the people. Serena Julia Boon, the happy creative who founded the exhibitions, is also the Creative Director of A Happy Place Creationhttp://www.ahappyplacecreation.co.za The CAC’s initiative was formed on the basis that she felt a need to express her own creative flair and push those who needed a little leverage.
When it rains it pours, and in Brooklyn things are positively soaking. This New York borough has long been a hotbed of creative talent – from music to art, fashion to cuisine and pretty much any other idea that can be considered good, someone in BK has tried their hand at least somewhat successfully at it. A slew of Brooklyn bands have been blowing up of late, with the latest one set to explode being The Hundred In The Hands. This two-piece, comprised of singer Eleanore Everdell (who also appears on fellow Brooklynites TV On The Radio’s album Dear Science) and multi-instrumentalist Jason Friedman, were recently signed to Warp Records. Here they join an esteemed roster of artists such as Flying Lotus, Aphex Twin and Battles, and also (wait for it) yet another BK band, Grizzly Bear.
The Hundred In The Hands takes the feeling of being swept away (thanks to Eleanore’s breathy vocals) and spikes it with a bit of a punch. Static rhythms are overlaid with swirling synths and jagged guitars, making for a poppy yet complex combination. It’s not chin-stroking music but neither is it straightforward, and it’s this very element, we predict, that will be THITH’s clincher.
The front rows are full of famous faces. The major are picked up by the plentiful media. But behind the scenes at London Fashion Week, tired sellers and nomming cakes (oh hai House of Holland), international buyers are aching in their heels, mums are helping sell their daughters’ designs and unwearable pieces and headed to appointments with Browns focus.
Fashion week is more than bling bling, glamour glamour, it’s hard work, baby, mixed with some seriously good fun. The hard work includes queuing for parties you probably won’t get into unless you’re Peaches Geldof, queuing for runway shows or pounding pavements to get from one show to the next or if you’re selling, wondering where the international buyers have got to.
Much relief is found in the (mainly) friendly peeps working behind the scenes – especially Mary Katrantzou’s mum – and the endless tea that the British excel in making.
One of things which made a big buzz in Tokyo this year was the mysterious appearance of a series of Sumo Wrestler Stickers. Tagged in various areas of Tokyo like youth culture hot spots Shibuya and Roppongi, and even the high-end district of Ginza, the stickers were cropping up in an assortment of sizes and designs featuring double faces of sumo wrestlers, with line eyes, different hair styles and a variety of cheek shapes.