Thomas Engel Hart is based in Paris, but he worked out his shit when he was club kid in early nineties New York and he’s still way more into fantasy and dressing like a rock god update than a Parisian aristo.
Symmetry, density, balance – An afternoon with the Adonis of Dalston
Building the body beautiful requires total dedication. It is a constant pre-occupation, a quasi-religious quest for physical perfection that consumes every aspect of your life. Bodybuilding is the fashion that happens before clothes. In fact, for bodybuilders, most clothing, although incredibly stylised for the gym or competition, is merely a distraction from the main event: a fucking massive, shiny, hard body made up of cement balloons. We spent a gym session with Lucas Queiroz, a runner-up in the esteemed Mr Titan body building contest, at his local gym, Kings in Dalston, to see if we too could be infected by his zeal for the ultimate male form.
I like to dress nice-looking boys in silly clothes
Simon Foxton wasn’t lying when he said, “I like to dress nice-looking boys in silly clothes”. He’s known for sticking brightly coloured and insane clothes on his models, and along with Ray Petri he pioneered mixing sportswear, workwear, and proper fashion in the eighties. He was also one of the first stylists to dictate the look of his shoots as much as any photographer. Foxton, along with Petri, helped make an essentially black look (defined hairless muscle, full lips and broad nose) hot.
Flat tops are rad Komakino but what the fuck is univocity?
Frederico and Jin are two London-based designers from Rome and Korea respectively. Together they are Komakino and they make the cheery technicoloured dream clothes you can see in these pictures. If designers were bands they’d be Front 242. Read more »
Raf Simons you can afford
Raf Simons didn’t always design clothes most of us could afford. In his wild youth he based shows on UFOs, Rubik’s Cubes, and Kraftwerk. Just months before September 11 he hosted a terrorism-themed show taking its title from a paraphrased Kerouac slogan: “Woe Unto Those Who Spit On The Fear Generation, For The Wind Will Blow It Back“ (check it out above). Other obsessions included Joy Division years before anyone had to put up with Interpol, and William S. Burroughs’ Interzone, long before Klaxons stuck a glowstick up our arses.
People are wearing my face - Alban Adam
A couple of weeks ago on just another, cloudy Parisian morning, facing the computer with coffee and cigarette, an OMG!” mail pops up on my screen. What’s it gonna be this time, fresh pics of some celebrity’s armpit? Nah, it was something way more interesting, a j-peg from the McQ and US discount store TARGET’s new lookbook. It’s no big deal if Mr McQueen collaborates with TARGET. But… Isn’t that me on that print? Is my face really spread on that blondish girl’s breast ? OMG! People are gonna be wearing my face.
New Power Studio - Stop Trying To Look Rich
New Power Studio is a brand new sportswear label but the people behind it: scouse fashion stylist Thom Murphy, and descendant of Turkish immigrants Ebru Ercon have history. She used to work for Stella McCartney and he has worked for all those men’s fashion magazines that think Belgium = cool. Read more »
A conversation with Butt and Fantastic Man
Jop and Gert, Fantastic Man's founders. By Paul Bellaart
Fantastic Man’s 9th issue with author Brett Easton Ellis on the cover is just out. Ironically it’s one of the least gay men’s fashion mags there is. Ironic because it’s put together by Dutch guys Gert Jonkers and Jop Bennekom, the founders of Butt the most fashionable fag mag ever. You should read Fantastic Man because it relies less on boring rich people stuff than massively in-depth interviews with the sort of guys worth looking up to: Writers, artists, publishers, the Mayor of Berlin, or the slightly mad sociology professor who edits Italian Rolling Stone. Read more »
Dude, what’s that on your wiener?
Aaahh the French, ever the fashion forward. Check out this dude from Paris who’s decided that it would be a good idea to wrap a load of duct tape around his willy and wear that instead of underwear. Or trousers. Read more »
Introducing… David Lindwall
At 24, David Lindwall had no right to be bored out of his mind. He got paid to DJ at fashion parties, modeled – even though he’d survived some flesh-eating disease, lived in Hollywood and worked for Swedish menswear company J Lindberg. Read more »
