The problem with James Franco is, that he’s always considered himself a great artist. Which would, basically not be a problem, in case he was one – but – surprise! – he’s not.
Franco acts like a Hollywood rebel. That’s also how he entitled a quite mediocre exhibition he curated for Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles. But Franco is even more than that, of course. Just to be an actor and play around with art is not enough fir him. He writes scripts, directs films, makes art and writes books. Seems that he can do everything.
Now to fashion.
On the 6th of September the self-proclaimed universal artist is going to bring out a t-shirt collection, which basically represents everything one could criticize in James Franco: being hedged by a big company on one hand, and absence of ideas in his art, on the other. Franco designed t-shirts printed with photos together with the jeans manufacturer 7 FOR ALL MANKIND.
Motives on t-shirts are as plain and trivial as Franco himself.
On the flight back from Mumbai to Berlin, I finally had time: to read the not-so-new GQ STYLE.
But before I could enjoy this, I had to fight a hand-tight fight with a foot. Shortly after take-off, rising into the night, something scooped in between the right window and my neck-rest, a sweaty-smelling female foot. Never have I experienced something like this. I was shocked.
I was gently pushing the woman’s foot back to it’s holy region with a pillow. But after dinner, when the lights were turned off, this foot tried to find his way again. Again and again I woke up, because this foot tried to get it’s space and kept pushing against my back.
At some point, late at night, the foot had apparently found a solution: it rested on my right shoulder. The foot threw me out of my pleasant dream, in which Henrik Vibskov was jumping across a summer-field holding hands with Stine Goya. That was it. I took the foot with both of my hands and threw it back with all my strength. An act of force as you would have never seen.
After my affect-action: total quietness. It was the last act of ‘David vs. Woman’s Foot’, but I could not fall asleep again, so I turned on my reading lamp and pulled out the GQ Style Fall / Winter 2014-15 of my army backpack.
On the cover: actor Josh Hartnett. Hw presents himself in movie-like poses in a retro-optic photo-series. But the most original series of the magazine was created by the creative director Josh Hight and photographer Julia Noni:
All pictures were taken from above, from the bird’s eye view, the models are sitting on benches, lying on the grass, running, standing, walking – an interesting perspective, which changes the focus.
Star-photographer Wolfgang Tilmanns is telling in an interview, that he is friends with the British Cool Kid Nasir Mazhar and speaks about his exhibition in Zürich ‘Neue Welt’ (‘New World’) and about digital photography.
GOSHA RUBCHINSKY - a Russian allround-artist (fashion-design, photography, film) – is presented in a portrait. The reader discovers, that he grew up in a wild mix of American pop culture and Sowjet culture. And like so often in articles about Rubchinsky, the designer has to explain, that he is not political and therefore is unable to comment on the current situation in Russia.
Rubchinsky who is supported by Rei Kawakubo and who had his first show at the Paris men’s fashion week, has a big future in-front of him, therefore it is more than appropriate to feature his portrait for the wide audience.
The GQ-editor Horacio Silva is writing in ‘BOOM TOWN’ about the rise of the men’s fashion metropole London. There is no city were more exciting men’s wear designers have their home-base: Astrid Andersen, Matthew Miller, Nasir Mazhar, Kit Neale, Bobby Abley, Christopher Shannon, Craig Green, and, and, and.
Shortly before the arrival at home – still deeply into reading an amusing Jeremy Scott interview – I saw her: the woman behind the foot.
An about 60-year old Indian in a dark-green sari was rushing – still barefoot – passed by seat, to be on time for her morning toilette. It never came to clarifying talk about last night.