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MAKING MOVES IN THE DARK
Fashion isn’t exactly known for representing marginalized groups. For the past few years most of the groups combatting this problem have focused on weight and the lack of diversity on the runway. This week, however, Parsons student Lucy Jones addressed paraplegic fashion through her development of clothing that can easily be put on from a sitting position. The 23-year-old was inspired by her cousin, who, despite being paralyzed completely on his left side is able to do most tasks himself—except getting dressed. Jones’ line won the prestigious Womenswear Design of the Year award at the Parsons Fashion Benefit on Tuesday, and, considering that in addition to being inclusive and innovative, the line is also snazzy.
ALL I SEE IS TRIANGLE SIGNS
Our two favorite worlds collided, and then proceeded to erupt this week. The Internet went absolutely nuts after Marina Abramovic accused Jay Z of not making a promised donation to her performance art institute. Channeling Rihanna, she claimed to be “pissed” at Jay Z for not having her money, and then refused to comment when Jay Z proffered up his receipt for the gift that it turns out he did in fact make. Was the whole thing part of an elaborate performance art piece? Or as Gothamist hypothesized, is this all a diversion in a much larger Illuminati plot?
TOP THAT OFF WITH A FRENCH FRY
Get in loser, we’re going house shopping. The 20,000-square-foot solid stone mansion that famously housed our favorite Plastic, Regina George, in Mean Girls is on the market. For only $14.8 million, you can make this NeoClassical estate in Toronto your very own. The palatial home is the perfect location to start work on a burn book, boasting 12 bathrooms and 20-foot cathedral ceilings. That’s why the house is so big: It’s full of secrets. Unfortunately the house has changed a bit since the movie was filmed, most notably in that Regina’s room is no longer pink. But it’s not a Wednesday so we guess that’s ok.
GIRLS GONE DIGITIZED
Leaving the house can be a major bummer. The good new is, as our world declines, Oculus Rift has created a newer, better one for us to go live in. In less than a year, the virtual reality headgear will be released to the public, along with virtual reality porn. Because the technology is open platform, Founder Palmer Luckey said that the company does not limit what software runs on it. Early reviews report that there are a few kinks that need to be worked out—not the kind that you can solve on a therapist’s couch—but, in general, the world is eagerly awaiting this innovative porn platform.
WE’RE ALL SENSITIVE HERE
Because sometimes the best way to absorb art is by rubbing your little mitts all over it, Danish artist Jeppe Hein is appealing to the physical with a series of installations that are just begging for to be groped. Erected throughout NYC's vast Brooklyn Bridge Park, Hein hopes passers-by will interact with his playful creations that include fantastical park benches, rooms made out of jetting water, and a dizzying mirror maze. The 18 participatory works, presented by the Public Art Fund, will remain in the park until April 17, 2016 so there's plenty of time to get your feel on.
BURN IT TO THE GROUND
Remember Earth Day a few weeks back—you know, the day when we're meant to reflect on the fact that we're all going to hell in a formaldehyde-laced hand basket that's been mass-produced in China? Well, it would seem Hong Kong is taking their pursuit of public cleanliness rather seriously, employing a fairly invasive effort to publicly shame litterers. Using DNA left on cigarette butts and discarded condoms to construct profiles of the culprits down to their race, skin tone, eye and hair color, the city is posting these faces across bus shelters and other public spaces. There's a lesson to be learned here, people: don’t leave your bodily fluids strewn all over the sidewalk. Watch the video here.
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS A TRUST FUND
Everyone loves a big kid at heart and Greg 'Craola' Simkins meets all the right criteria. Simkins' latest collection depicts characters from our beloved nursery rhymes and favorite tales. From Lord of the Rings to the puppetry of Pinocchio, WHERE AM I (a nod to his former street art squad, WAI) traverses the bounds of a child's imagination into an adult reverie where the conduit is a positively fantastical out of body experience. Simkins has moved from his graffiti days to producing some highly coveted artworks (some of which are set to feature at an exhibition at the Merry Karnowsky Gallery in L.A.) with impressive ease. WHERE AM I will preview May 23 and will run through June 20.
LOOKING THAT GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH
Whether you're a devotee of the washed-up, egocentric, soul-searching equine or not, there's no denying BoJack Horseman has been the most relatable cartoon horse we've met since Charlie went to Candy Mountain (although I guess he was a unicorn). Anyway, the (debatably) good news is, he's back for round two, confirmed for a second season that is set to be available on Netflix on July 17. Assuming the role as Secretariat that he always wanted, we're poised to find out whether this show pony really can change his stripes.
TWENTY DOLLA BILLS Y’ALL
No, the new £20 note will not, in fact, be shaped like a woman. However, it could feature a woman’s face or, more likely, that of Alexander McQueen. To celebrate years of British innovation and thought, the Bank of England has asked the public to vote for whose face will appear on the new currency. According to Ladbrokes, early contenders are artist William Hogarth, filmmaker Richard Attenborough, and designer Alexander McQueen. Oh well, guess overcoming sexism is all well and good for an Onion article, but too ludicrous a concept for something as important as money.
SAD, SAD LITTLE MAN
“Tell me what to do, what to really really do” said the humans to the internet. A new app developed by career site, Levo, analyzes its users’ personalities and then provides them with an synopsis of their professional strengths and weaknesses. The app, called Thinking Talents, is geared towards millennials and, though it’s kind of unclear what these burgeoning professionals are supposed to do with their personality insights, it’ll at least help us answer that dreaded “tell us about your strengths and weaknesses” question.
LEMONADE GUCCI SHOES FOR MY GIRL
New York Fashion Week is so early 2000s. At least, according to the car companies that, until now, have funded the event. September’s Winter/Spring 2016 NYFW is facing serious sponsorship issues; Mercedes Benz, the backer since 2009 dropped out, and Cadillac responded to NYFW queries by essentially saying that the show is no longer cutting edge enough for it to be worth sponsorship. Part of the problem is the show’s recent relocation from Bryant Park to Lincoln Center, but the larger issue is simply that car brands are moving more towards innovative, indie fashion events and straying away from established (boring) fashion lines.
MORE TALENT IN MY LITTLE FINGER
Thom Yorke must have access to a neverending fountain of creativity. His latest foray into the art world is a surround-sound soundtrack to a Sydney-based show entitled THE PANIC OFFICE. The soundtrack, called Subterranea, can only be heard at the exhibit, which features artwork for Radiohead, Thom Yorke, and Atoms for Peace, among other previously unseen works. THE PANIC OFFICE opens to the public this Sunday at Semi-Permanent, and runs through June 6. For those who can’t make it to Sydney, here’s a video of the show with Yorke’s soundtrack.
Old is the new young. Whether it’s white hair, your mom’s jeans, or that gorgeous vinyl collection you love to post on Instagram, it’s clear that we’re holding on to relics of the past as desperately as we’re searching for the next big technology of the future. Rock-Ola, tapping into this nostalgia-cation trend recently released its limited edition 60th Anniversary Elvis Presley jukeboxes with the same design and charm as the originals. So throw on your kitten heels, call up your honey, and dance the night away in an intoxicating cloud of hairspray.
Curated by Elaina Ransford and Emily Nimptsch.