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17 May

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Swept away by Collage

6 May

Inspiration for today has no article attached to it; mostly ’cause I was impatient enough to search for info. Mea culpa. Still, these collage works speak for themselves.

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play along

30 Apr

Fantastic gif  animations about the life of a designer , created by Johnny Kelly and Matthew Cooper for design agency Soon in Tokyo should keep you occupied for a while.

And they say they are not artist…. Right, ok.

Erykah

6 Apr

I know her new video’s been on every site these last few weeks, and every single fashion magazine I open is filled with the afro or military look; like nothing else exists…and all of them look the same…

But, in hope that spring is finally on its way, I’m going through Erykah Badu music…and today has such a sunny start; maybe it’ll even last.

Hope she inspires some of you…she knows how to play. If nothing, this song always puts a smile on my face…

today’s inspiration…

26 Mar

I’ve been postponing this one for a loooong time.  No special reason, I’ve been possessive when it comes to this artist to be honest. There was something I instantly loved: her work made my feel cosy. It was not aiming to be anything more than what it is; sincere, capturing everyday situations, relationships, emotions…. But most importantly I just found it simple and fun…

Casey O’Conell is my recommendation for this months inspiration; , in the spirit of the spring. Why? Because, just like it says on her homepage: “in her imagery Casey is accessible.  The paintings she creates are often autobiographical dialogues that capture both her inner 12 year old and a woman who should know better. She paints what she lives, and what she feels.”

Simple as that…

Tonight’s inspiration

5 Feb

Thanks to one of my favorite sites but does it float I came across Nick van Woert and his work; and, as it usually goes in my life;  it made my evening. This artist is without a doubt a master of dripping technique and though his toy sculptures had made him gain the attention of the art lovers ’round the world, I’m sure his latest work will thrill them. Wonder where will this technique take him; hope to see more.

Patrick Nagel moment

24 Jan

In December of 1982, at a private event at Morton’s in Los Angeles, Joan Collins ceremoniously unveiled her portrait by the acclaimed artist Patrick Nagel. Titled Collins, it was nearly unrecognizable as to its subject. Who was it who stared blankly from under an inky cloud of hair with no more than slashes for earrings, bare gray shoulders, and the glazed lips that the artist described as having an anatomy all their own? He had transformed the actress—as he did all of his subjects, with bold unbroken lines and pools of nail polish color—into the Nagel woman. They all got lost in his lacquer. “There were girls that he used more frequently than others, but by the time they were stylized they began to look like one person,” recalls Jennifer Dumas, the model who inspired the original Nagel woman and who was married to the artist until his death in 1984 at 38 years old; he suffered a heart attack in his car after completing a televised celebrity charity Aerobathon in Santa Monica, California.
Los Angeles, where Nagel lived and worked, was an exciting place for fashion and illustration in the ’70s and ’80s. In addition to the stimulation of the artifice of everyday life in and around Hollywood, the local art scene was still feeling the influence of West Coast minimalism, known as the “Finish Fetish,” which favored a high polish created with techniques borrowed from the custom-car and surfing industries. There were also the parties, like those hosted by his neighbor, the photographer Paul Jasmin, that gathered the beautiful and the self-assured, like Berry and Marisa Berenson, Gore Vidal, Pele, Divine, and Pat Ast; the lunches at the Playboy mansion; and the grander diversions, like a scavenger hunt Nagel and his wife staged with a hired fleet of limousines to speed their guests throughout the city (the winner that evening was David Copperfield, who Nagel collaborated with on his magical television specials).
But Nagel could just as easily stay put. “He was an embodiment of a Noel Coward kind of character,” Dumas adds. “He worked all night long, he smoked, he ate M&M’s, and he drank martinis. He had a laconic style. He was very elegant, but very self-effacing.” He was also industrious, managing to produce paintings, commercial and monthly magazine work, countless exhibitions, a series of posters by Mirage Editions, and even two bronze sculptures. He was looking forward to having Jessica Lange and Cher sit for him one day and had been discussing a Mick Jagger album project over dinner the night before he passed away. “He was a driven man who always knew what he wanted,” Dumas says.
Duran Duran, used a Nagel painting for the cover of its star-making 1982 album Rio. It was the first time that much of the public had seen his work, and so it was understandable when they simply, inevitably, and perhaps unconsciously associated the artist with the band’s worldly, yacht-driving mythology. It certainly made him much more pop. The two have been enmeshed since.
Nagel’s popularity took off after he began painting women in various states of undress, and in a variety of frank sexual poses, for Playboy magazine’s monthly Advisor question and answer column—an eight-year relationship that began in 1976 when he was a 30-year-old freelancer with clients that included IBM, MGM, Architectural Digest, Rolling Stone, and Oui. (Not surprisingly, Hugh Hefner presumably owns the largest collection of his work.) As the magazine wrote in his obituary, which included a portfolio of erotic fantasy images he was assigned before his death, “Not since Alberto Vargas has an artist so captured the sensuous in lines so simple as did Patrick Nagel.” Artist Istvan Banyai has illustrated the Advisor for the last ten years, and although his women have more in common with the taut figures of Egon Schiele than the poster art of the turn of the 19th century, a legacy is apparent. “To draw a really good-looking girl you have to feel desire for her like Pygmalion,” Banyai says. “You have to wish she would come alive.”
He stood apart from other artists of the ’70s and early ’80s who treated the interplay of women and power with a high gloss. The subjects of photographers like Guy Bourdin or Helmut Newton could appear provoked or aggressive. But the Nagel woman was disarmingly still and unbothered, even in his raciest images, an effect underscored by a flat application of color inspired by Japanese woodblock prints. “Patrick always thought her to be very much the liberated woman who just happened to be very sexy,” Dumas says.
“I don’t think I want to know these women too well,” Nagel is remembered to have said of his red-lipped army. “They never come out in the sunlight. They just stay up late and smoke and drink a lot.” Which would explain their pallor. He worked from photographs, mostly of models hired from agencies or sent over from the Playboy mansion. Sometimes he bought the wardrobe, like a pair of high-heeled shoes, which was always useful, and brought in hair and makeup artists to fine tune his fine-tuned look. He distilled the results into sketches and distilled the sketches into the decorative sexuality that became his legacy.
Since his death, there has been no concerted effort to orchestrate a resurgence of Nagel’s work, not that it would be necessary, as his visual style now defines the period during which it was born. It’s an eternal. Dumas, who holds the copyrights to Nagel’s corpus, has not pursued publishing opportunities and has disregarded license requests for everything from Nagel T-shirts to Nagel brand lingerie; she dedicates most of her time to campaigning for the protection of the Santa Clara River that runs through the farm community where she now resides. Dumas did, however, recently sign a deal with Start Mobile for a Nagel “mobile art gallery” to provide his images for download to cell phones.

Mark Jacobs
From V magazine