Guy Bourdin For Charles Jourdan


Guy Bourdin’s 30 year collaboration with Vogue France began in 1955, where he was hired by editor and chief Edmonde Charles-Roux. In one of his first photos for the magazine, a model daintily holds the tips of her white chapeau, staring sweetly at the lens. Above her hangs five severed calf's heads, their lifeless tongues extended, as curved hooks penetrate the tops of their heads. It is an arresting image, and it would not be Bourdin’s last. Before running the image, Charles-Roux instructed the art director to crop out the decapitations, leaving only the model’s softly elegant gaze. Perhaps 1955 was too early for such explicit visualizations of sex and death.

Bourdin, proclaimed by highly respected Photo magazine as “the photographer of inventiveness, of the imagination,” is one of the most important and influential fashion photographers of the 20th century. His mastery of color (he began his career as a painter) is perhaps matched only by William Eggleston. His art direction and composition, unparalleled. His ability to craft a scenario, often surreal, sexy and subversive all at once, within a single frame, is peerless. Under the unyielding support of Francine Crescent, Charles-Roux’s successor, Bourdin flourished, making Vogue France the undisputed queen of fashion magazines in the 1970s, his technicolor editorial and advertisements fantasies hotly anticipated each month, though not with controversies. 

Bourdain’s work caught the eye of Roland Jourdan, the son of Charles Jourdan, who established a namesake shoe brand in 1921. The brand’s success from the 1950s onwards stemmed from its flexibility in sizing and colorways, and its positioning within the the haute couture establishment (both Christian Dior and Pierre Cardin were clients). Their understanding of good promotion

in the press was also key, and they secured prominent positions within Harper’s Bazaar and Vogue France. Bourdain’s cover of Vogue France’s March 1966 issue featuring a red miniskirt, red tights and red Pierre Cardin shoes led Jourdan to hire Bourdin, sparking a twelve year collaboration (1967 - 1979), in which Bourdain effectively served as de facto creative director for the brand.

The new book Guy Bourdain For Charles Jourdan, published by Rizzoli, captures this stellar collaboration with 150 color photographs that serve as an excellent overview of Bourdain’s best work. All of Bourdain’s obsessions are there: the blood-soaked reds, glinting pops of sunlight, endless fields of verdant grass where models recline seemingly unaware of Bourdain’s voyeuristic lens, the luxurious but cold boudoirs where games of lesbian dominance and submission unfold.. all with Charles Jourdan shoes, of course. The book is a shoe fetishist's wet dream.

His campaigns from the late Sixties are exercises in perspective and proportion: a gigantic yellow shoe stands majestic in a hotel corridor among pairs of men's black loafers, a model toys with a miniature red one, her red nails and lipstick in the exact hue. Things heat up in the 1970s. Hired to shoot the campaign for couture maison Patou, his double page advertisement of a red wedge on the left, and an unplugged outlet oozing with blood on the right, prompted the fashion label to cancel his contract without an utterance. Bourdain’s campaign from March 1975 in Jours de France of a pair of pink shoes haphazardly spilled on the sidewalk in front of a chalk outline of a woman's body drew letters of outrage and disgust from readers. 

Not all of the photos are as macabre. His series of dislocated mannequin legs strutting through gardens and cityscapes in heels are surrealistically humorous. A pair of shoes seem to spontaneously ignite into sparks on a beach boardwalk. And, in a spectacular feat of color and composition, a model lies topless on sparkling green astroturf, her vermillion hair echoing the shape of an electric blue pond with three tiny goldfish, a lone black wedge beside her face barely present amid the riot of polychromy.

We have Roland Jourdan to thank for his willingness to trust Bourdin’s visual manifestations of renegade glamour. Even in moments of hesitation, Jourdan did not reject any of Bourdain’s proposals, understanding that risk taking must be employed in order to break new ground. And break new ground is precisely what Charles Jourdan’s campaigns achieved by bucking the formulaic template of the product as the center of the image. “We had to protect him because he was a true artist”, Jourdan said of Bourdin in 1995. “Today, I would not be able to work like I did with him”. Indeed. Guy Bourdain For Charles Jourdan stands as a document to a time when the restraints of commerce gave way for art to forge new territories, shattering boundaries and a few nerves in the process.


Guy Bourdin for Charles Jourdan

216 pp, 8 ¼ x 11 ½ inches

150 color photographs

Hardcover $75.00 Rizzoli


OUTLAWS: Fashion Renegades Of Leigh Bowery’s 1980s London


Punk. That burst of angry, youthful energy unleashed on London streets in 1976 indelibly changed the trajectory of nightclubbing forever. For about eighteen months, sartorial individuality reigned for those initial participants. Although Westwood and McLaren’s SEX and Seditionaires boutique provided expensive garments infused with the spikily subversiveness forever associated with punk, DIY styling rose like a rocket within those months with a slew of customization ideas utilized to express disaffection, nihilism and sexual deviation.

But it would not last. Punk quickly became a uniform (black leather jacket, choppy hair, etc.) and the promise of a fabulously individualistic future faded by 1978. One of the disappointed, the illustratively named Steve Strange, and his friend DJ Rusty Egan, decided to do something about it by starting a “Bowie Night”, every Tuesday, at a tiny club in seedy Soho called Billy’s in the autumn of that year.

Billy’s brought back the individuality craved by its denizens. The scene grew and moved to Blitz wine bar in Covent Garden after a year, becoming an incubator for the creative movers and shakers who would shape the following decade. The sartorial one upmanship reached stratospheric heights when hundred year old costumier Charles Fox closed its doors in 1980, selling off its stock for pennies on the pound. The press became enthralled by the peacockery, dubbing them the New Romantics, a title they hated. But the die had been cast and the club kid was born.

Leigh Bowery got wind of nocturnal London’s colorful characters and decided to up sticks to the English capital from Sunshine, Australia in 1980. i-D, The Face and Blitz were all born that same year, putting the party participants on their covers. It would be seven years before Bowery would land the cover of i-D, but he would grace their pages as early as 1983.

Although the flounces and bows associated with the New Romantic look all but disappeared by the end of 1981, extreme sartorial expressions did not. Cha Cha, which opened in ‘81 in the back of Heaven, Europe’s largest gay disco, was hosted by angular Blitz habutée Scarlett Cannon and future stylist extraordinaire Judy Blame. Cha Cha would be Bowery’s entré into café society, confirming his desire for outlandish presentation. Philip Sallon, whose flamboyant appearance pre-dated punk, hosted the wildly successful Mud Club in 1983, providing a more legitimate space for the exotically clad. That same year, Bowery began to make waves on the nightclub scene as a blue faced spectacle in stripy tights and ass revealing jacket. 

Bowery launched his own club night, Taboo, in 1985. Initially sluggish, it exploded after a few months, becoming the hottest and most difficult club to gain access to if you were not dressed to the nines. Its run was brief, about a year, brought down by drug use and deaths. But at its peak, it was the most colorful playground of stylistic expression London had ever seen. And what did they wear? Perhaps a jacket trimmed in bobby pins or a pair of frilly underwear as designed by Bowery himself? Or maybe John Crancher’s white maxi coat with bondage straps or Bodymap’s stretchy, stripy jerseys. Dean Bright’s sumptuously velvet creations as worn by singer Pete Burns of Dead Or Alive in their video for “You Spin Me Round” might have gotten you past Marc Vaultier, Taboo’s notorious doorman. It could have been one of Pam Hogg’s color blocked, body skimming catsuits designed to make one look like a futuristic Emma Peel. Maybe a Christopher Nemeth jacket upcycled from old mail sacks, topped off with one of Judy Blame’s berets festooned with buttons and ribbons. A John Galliano jacket from his Ludic Game collection, abbreviated to barely there proportions? Stephen Linard’s biker jacket in orange and black faux tiger fur would have looked good on the amyl scented dancefloor. One of Richard Torry’s ingeniously laddered knitwear pieces would have surely done the trick. Whatever it was, it has found a commemorative document in Outlaws

Martin Green and NJ Stevenson’s Outlaws: Fashion Renegades Of Leigh Bowery’s 1980s London captures that era’s exciting London club scene. It is a photographic catalogue showcasing the unbridled creative spirit and wiggy, wayward glamour of that era. It also resurrects the names of a few forgotten but undeniably talented creators like John Flett, who invented a new bias cutting technique which infused his garments with a liquid languidness, and Elmaz Hüseyin, who created the clothing for pop group ABC when they reinvented themselves as clubtastic cartoons in 1984. The book closes with “The Afterparty”, a profile of some of the original participants, their sartorial innovativeness intact after decades, a touching way to honor the people who made the styles, and the party, happen.

Outlaws: Fashion Renegades Of Leigh Bowery’s 1980s London 

208 Pages, 81/2 x 14 ¼ inches 200 color illustrations

Published by SCALA ($50.00), out now.

All images courtesy of the publisher


 

Madame Grès Couture Paris


Madame Grès Couture Paris, recently published by Rizzoli, is the latest book by fashion historian and curator Olivier Saillard. Saillard, whose extensive accomplishments at Paris’ Palais Galleria are credited with invigorating an interest in fashion beyond that of the more established Musée des Arts Décoratifs, is one of the leading voices on the work of Madame Grès. His recent "Alaïa / Grès" exhibition at the Alaïa Fondation, and "Madame Grès, The Art Of Draping” at SCAD last year, continues to further the legacy of one of the most innovative couturiers in the history of fashion.

Grés work is most generally known for her spectacular draping techniques and mastery of pleating. Initially wanting to become a sculptor (“Working in fabric or stone is the same thing for me”), Grés’ used jersey to sculpt designs of such exquisite timelessness they seem to have been handed down through the ages from the most regal of Hellenistic courts. Indeed, a 1936 photograph by George Hoyningen-Huene reveals one of her evening dresses in all of its languid sumptuousness, resolutely proving why her masterful creations inspire so many contemporary designers.

But make no mistake, Grès' work possesses a striking modernity which separates it from her contemporaries. Working directly on the body, never from sketches, her innate sensitivity to the female form produced dresses which were neither restrictive or inhibiting. Instead, they celebrated a woman’s natural curves, following the outline like a caress. The near absence of any decoration and a strict adherence to monochrome underscores the purity of her designs. The highly intricate pleating, both excruciatingly laborious and minutely detailed, belie the ethereal presence of her dresses. Today, we would consider Grès a minimalist, but such finely tuned rigor is rarely found in the work of designers for whom that label would apply.

Notoriously private (she preferred to let her work speak for itself), her lack of communication did not hamper accolades. She was France’s ambassador at the New York World’s Fair (one of her dresses adorned an a relief sculpture from antiquity) in 1940, awarded the Légion de Honneur in 1949, and unanimously elected president of the Chambre Syndicale de la Haute Couture in 1972. A “designer’s designer”, her monomaniacal pursuit of elegance as a destiny warranted the appointments and acclaim.

The photographs, mostly taken from the SCAD exhibition and the Bourdelle museum, are elegantly dressed in shades of greige and soft blacks, creating a feeling as intimate as a couture fitting. Saillard’s extensive yet precise editing over the book’s 128 pages takes us on a journey through Grès body of work where her distinctive and singular vision, so focused and distilled, shows an unmistakable clarity; a signature which could only be hers.

Aside from his short forward, and an equally brief recounting of Grès life by Annie Graire midway through, Saillard allows our eye to simply marvel, page after page, at Madame Grès wondrous output. And indeed, her work does speak for itself.


Madame Grès Couture Paris (Rizzoli, $65, 128 pages) is out now

All images courtesy of the publisher.


CALDER: Sculpting Time


The introduction of movement into sculpture. That implausible leap from the static to the temporal. Alexander Calder, the inventor of the mobile, achieved what the great Hellenistic sculptors could only suggest in the windblown robe and fluttering wings of Nike of Samothrace. He broke the mold. Jean Paul Sartre described Calder’s mobiles as "mid-way between matter and life”. They are a composition of motions, a series of fleeting moments where balance, force and tension coexist in perfect harmony. Calder: Sculpting Time (published by Silvana Editorial, $50.00) covers MASILugano’s ambitious exhibition in 168 pages, highlighting his most prolific era, the 1930s to 1960s.

Calder was born with art in his blood. His mother was a painter, his father and grandfather were sculptors.Young Calder showed an aptitude with his hands at a very young age but was discouraged to pursue art by his parents. He became a mechanical engineer instead, a skill which would later serve him well. But he quickly grew weary of the rigid discipline and lack of play required of engineering and heeded the call of art. Moving to Paris, the birthplace of Modernism, in 1926, he immersed himself in the creative swirl of the artistic community. There he began to produce wire sculptures. They attracted the avant garde, bestowing him with popularity and gallery shows.

Inspired by a visit to Piet Mondrian’s studio in 1930, Calder was compelled to write, “I was very much moved by (it)… with the walls painted white and divided by black lines and rectangles of bright colors, just like his paintings… I thought, how fine would it be if everything there moved". The biomorphic forms and pools of saturated color by artists Juan Miro and Jean Arp also did not escape his eye. 

Calder recalled awakening at dawn on a boat in Guatemala years earlier where he saw both the fiery sunrise and the cool, silver-sheen of the moon simultaneously, making an indelible impression, the beauty of celestial bodies obedient to invisible commands. In 1931 he created Croisière, Sphérique, Densité 1, a miniature solar system of spheres and delicate wires. The world, charged with 

the exciting breakthroughs of science at that time, announced Pluto had just been discovered and Albert Einstein revealed his theory of relativity. Einstein attended one of Calder’s shows and stood transfixed for 40 minutes while his motorized sculpture, A Universe, completed its entire movement cycle. Calder, like all great artists, understood his epoch.

Calder found the motorized movements of his mobiles elegantly handsome but predictable, without the surprise of spontaneity. Drawing upon his engineering skills and the lyrical poetry of mathematics, he abandoned electricity, allowing air and gravity to guide his sculptures. They acquired a life of their own. They took flight. They became free. They became. “They must not be just a ‘fleeting’ moment”, he said, "but a physical bond between the varying events of life. Not extractions, but abstractions. Abstractions that are like nothing in life except in their manner of reacting”. Calder redefined everything sculpture was, could possibly be, and now is. His stabiles, static sculptures in soaring, aerodynamic forms, reach for the sky, captured at that very moment before weightlessness. They are becoming...

Calder: Sculpting Time pictures his mobiles, stabiles and constellations against an infinite expanse of white, allowing his airy forms to exist without distraction. His innovative introduction of movement and the dimension of time into his sculptures are an immersive experience, a legacy present in time based performances, systems art, and video art witnessed today. His floating chromatic abstractions are the very embodiment of the Modern Era. An era when everything seemed possible. When the shock of the new became quotidian and there was a romantic yearning for tomorrow. 


CALDER: SCULPTING TIME 

Published by Silvana Editoriale

Edited by Carmen Gimenez, Ana Mingot.

Clth, 7.75 x 11.5 in. / 168 pgs / 106 color.

ISBN 9788836657827 

List Price: USD $50.00, CDN $71.00



Peter Hujar Behind The Camera And In The Darkroom



Gary Schneider arrived in New York City from Cape Town in 1976, landing a job doing technical work for an avant garde theatre in Soho. Through his partner, he met artist photographer Peter Hujar with whom he had an immediate rapport as he was very interested in photography and printing. Hujar secured Schneider a job at a printers where he began to print Hujar’s work, and in the process becoming a close friend, mentoree, assistant and occasional subject for his lens.

Nineteen Seventy Six was also the year Hujar’s seminal book “Portraits In Life And Death” was released. Now considered a must have for any serious photography connoisseur, the portraits are a who’s who of New York City’s downtown glitterati: writers, actors, filmmakers, and artist, all sensitively captured in various shades of black and white. But it is the hauntingly beautiful images of the catacombs of Palermo, the portraits of death, is where Hujar’s talent with light and shadow is comes into focus.

Schneider discusses Hujar’s remarkable attention to detail, their trial and error, and experimentation with darkroom techniques. Less concerned with simply creating a beautiful picture (although his photography is beautiful) Hujar wanted to control the way information is revealed to the viewer. His work from the 1960s had more contrast, a stark immediacy akin to crime photographer Weegee. But by the Seventies, his obsession with shading, tonality, depth and details produced pictures with a subtle, yet highly controlled narrative. In one of his most famous images, “Boys In Car, Halloween, 1978”, Schneider shows over six pages (a different version of the same image is printed on each page)
how Hujar manipulated the negative in order to highlight or subdue what the camera initially captured.
It is a delightful revelation and a peek into the mind of the artist.

The centerpiece of the book are of seven rolls of Schneider posing for Hujar's Rolleiflex where he intimately talks us through the experience. Although Schneider’s words are expressed with a with a matter of fact tone, it is a touching recounting of the relationship between artist and muse, albeit however fleeting. Hujar does not direct him throughout the sitting but follows him with his hand held camera. It becomes a dance. Slow and awkward initially, but
in sync after a few rolls. Schneider describes the gamut of his feelings from anxiousness, embarrassment to sexual arousal, and how he wants to please Hujar, looking at him for signs of approval so that he may get the picture he is looking for. An image from the final roll is selected and graces the cover of the book. Schneider, his legs thrown over his head (he practiced yoga) looks passively at Hujar but with an air of mild uncertainty. It is this uncertainty which lends the picture a complexity. It is a celebration of form but not at the sake of sacrificing Schneider’s emotional interiority.

The book concludes with night photographs of cruisers in Stuyvesant Park, in the Summer of 1981.
Schneider describes the fun and illicit thrill both he and Hujar experienced that evening. The pictures show
New York’s era of sexual permissiveness, where homosexual men found each other in public spaces, right before it would
all end with gentrification and AIDS. Hujar would be one of the many causalities of the AIDS epidemic which
devastated the artistic and creative communities of its many talents. Schneider’s tender recollection of his
long lost friend, told mostly through images, highlights just what was lost. Luckily, we have Hujar’s gracefully
emotive photographs as reminders.