What do a communist Southeast Asian Third World country and a landlocked republic with a history of corruption in Africa have in common? Gay Pride, naturally.
David Lynch is having a bit of a moment. Yes, it’s outside of the film world, but of course it still has all of Hollywood (and us) intrigued. The surrealist director — whose credits include BLUE VELVET, LOST HIGHWAY, ERASERHEAD and MULHOLLAND DRIVE — has a naughty love for women, organic coffee, quinoa and, not surprisingly, champagne, which led to his collaboration with Dom Pérignon.
Gucci has chosen Blake Lively to be the new face of the company’s couture line, Gucci Premiere. And in an attempt to establish our current times as just as chic as any before, creative director Frida Giannini called upon the talents of Danish director — and Ryan Gosling’s go-to in Hollywood — Nicolas Winding Refn to direct a short film accompanying the launch of the campaign with the SAVAGES star in the lead.
Trying to explain why Chris Marker should be a household name to the average cinephile is a harder task than you think. For starters he was as painfully private as Vivian Maier, if not more, sans the nanny duties. But he seemed to play the part of reluctant pedagogue, which comes with being resistant to the press and social grandstanding, fairly well. And like a true introvert, he didn’t leave the many clues to his personal life that our culture has come to require in order to appreciate a director’s work.
There’s a time and place for nationalism in fashion, albeit usually an ironic one that makes for a relevant statement. A perfect example: the U.S. flag-dress by D Squared that Ke$ha wore in V magazine. A terrible example: the dress Katy Perry wore for her Independence Day performance. We’re not even going there. But with the spirit of the Summer Olympic Games every leap year, we embrace a fresh and finite sense of national pride, adorning ourselves, and our fellow countrymen, in patriotic attire that otherwise would border on jingoism. Fortunately, countries have talented resources within the fashion community to design outfits appropriate to the opening ceremony, as well as the games themselves.
The Hotel Ritz in Paris is closing for renovations at the end of the month. In case you’re wondering which piece of property we’re referring to — the name is used liberally these days — we defer to history. It’s the hotel located in Place Vendôme. The one Coco Chanel called “ma maison” for nearly 40 years. Her atelier was on Rue Cambon, the street behind the famous square. And the Rococo-style manor — one of the major icons for such a period of design — so ingratiated itself to her residency that a rear lift was designed for a seamless commute between work and play.
With summer off and running and temperatures through the roof, it’s time we round out all the blockbuster activity and over-hyped, industry-funded forms of entertainment with what the season is really built for: semi-inappropriate decisions made with old and “new” friends during long weekends on the shore — all set to hip music. It’s as close to a consequence-free environment as any post-college adult trying to make art out of their life can get. So re-up your catalog with these music suggestions that will keep your days and nights hotter than the weather.
What do you get when you cross one of the greatest philosophers of the nineteenth century, the father of existentialism, with one of the greatest reality television stars, who has dated anyone-who-is-anyone in hip-hop, R&B and professional sports and who occasionally makes a sex tape or totally dumped Paris Hilton? You get a Twitter account, naturally. We’d like to introduce you to KimKierkegaardashian, the lovechild of Soren Kierkegaard and Kim K. And, to put it mildly, she is dropping knowledge.
Paris was once again the center of attention at the start of July for the presentation of the Fall 2012 couture shows. To even use the name in France, a designer must be vetted thoroughly by the Chambre de commerce et d’industrie de Paris, which is how the elegant pocket industry has managed to stay relevant (albeit sometimes teetering on the brink of extinction in this commercially driven world.) And this season’s collections produced a steady offering of meticulous — and excessive by nature — pieces sure to be circulating throughout Europe, Asia and the tonier cities of South America.
When up-and-coming R&B star Frank Ocean released an open letter to his first love via his Tumblr, some people wondered whether this was a joke à la Lil’ B. For decades we have wondered what the world would look like the day an urban music artist came out of the closet. And with last week’s revelation, the picture seemed pretty uninspired: Currently America is broke, stuck in a couple of wars, our politicians couldn’t be more polarized, and Tom Cruise is going through his third divorce.
Louis Vuitton is set to unveil its latest artist collaboration next week and sure enough Marc Jacobs has managed to marry good taste with high art. For this latest turn, Yayoi Kusama’s surreal use of polka dots will be featured as a capsule collection scheduled to launch in two phases between July 10 and October. The first launch will be an array of limited-edition clothing and accessories such as pajamas, a trench coat, separates and jewelry that will coincide with a retrospective of Kusama’s work at the Whitney Museum of American Art opening July 12, as well as the exhibition already on view at London’s Tate Modern.
Sorry, Middle America, if Anderson Cooper’s email addressing his homosexuality on the Tom Cruise aside, when we think of celebrity gay men and women that choose to keep their private lives under wraps, it’s a tough call to make as to whether or not their silence is really a matter of protection or a craven fear of being thrown into the gay ghetto. For many the gloset has been a terrific utility, working for people as diverse as Queen Latifah to Kevin Spacey. But for the jaded, and to be blunt, brave people living proudly, and by default politically, as Gay Americans it’s hard not to pass judgment on some people’s decision to be silent.
To say that Hedi Slimane has been in love with Paris—rather, his idea of Paris and all it represents—is somewhat elementary. Some of us remember Visionaire 34. To say that Hedi is a control freak is… rhetorical. So when word got around that the new creative director of Yves Saint Laurent, which turned 50 this year, would officially change the name of the famed house to SLP, or Saint Laurent Paris, gossip and controversy ensued. For Slimane, this too is nothing new.
For more than a decade now he has been fashion’s rogue waif, championing androgyny, tobacco and a black-and-white palette to the applause and adoration of editors and the international set. He has a specific idea of how he would like to see Saint Laurent Paris shaped but has so far not shared this with the public. The press is not invited to his debut resort or menswear collections. They’re to be shown to buyers only.
The Gay Rights movement has seen many successes and setbacks over the past twelve months. Sometimes events played out like a romcom, other times like a post-apocalyptic battle for the survival of the entire community. Good or bad, gay pride events around the world were rejuvenated with a political kick that upped the ante for parade goers. Stateside, same-sex wedded couples marched side by side with our nation’s openly gay servicemen and women now that DADT is repealed. Read on to see how Pride went down across the globe:
The Bois and Gurls over at Heritage of Pride felt it appropriate to use the theme “Spread the Love” for New York City’s 43rd annual Gay Pride parade. It was the first parade for New Yorkers since same-sex marriage became legal, which charged the air like it was the summer of love. For the singles in the crowd, it was nothing short of a miracle the way organizers and participants made monogamy look sexy. Check out our full report and more pretty pictures than you can shake a stick at:
As fickle as our culture is, we seem to draw the line at physical well being. That being said, the socially acceptable paradigm has shifted again. Tan colored skin is out. It’s as current as Tara Reid at Cannes, which means it makes no sense, and has no place in the modern world.
One of the biggest drags (pun intended) a Gay American experiences at their local pride parade is location. Where can one best experience the event? The sidewalks of New York City, San Francisco, and Miami are jam-packed with funky queers in heels, and biker babes in their best Springsteen t-shirts. Trying to find a choice spot to celebrate what civil liberties you’ve fought for is a real “First World problem.” But, as daunting as it is in some of the bigger cities in the country, it’s a far cry from some of the smaller communities here and around the planet. Still if you’re feeling all sorts of radical and into reviving the Gay Liberation Front, consider some of these locations to fight for your pride, or to just avoid till other brave souls have pioneered a safe path for you.
Gay culture has been having its time under the klieg lights in Washington, and all around the country, with plenty of accomplishments to be proud of. From homosexuals being allowed to serve openly in the military, to the advancement of marriage rights in some states (losses in others), to President Obama sharing his new and improved, we mean evolved, view on the matter.
In honor of Gay Pride month, we’re bringing you some of the sexiest actors at work that, if anything, will make you look at your respective genders in a new light. Here are the top ten actors from our selection of films in June we’re betting you’ll be willing to walk on the wild side with it.
In case you were wondering what one wears (let alone what three people wear) in the midst of a bizarre love triangle, the answer is plaid. At least that’s what self-taught director Lynn Shelton has in mind for her latest film offering, YOUR SISTER’S SITER, which screened at the Sundance Film Festival, and opens today.
After WWII, America was a hot pot of artistic activity that drew a lot of attention because of its homosexual influences. From Samuel Barber at the Met, to Gore Vidal’s The Best Man on Broadway, homosexuals were everywhere. We’re not even going to touch Hollywood back then. But without the political organizing of average citizens, social progression wouldn’t have been as successful. By now we’re all pretty familiar with the wild styles and radical politics of Harry Hay and his seminal group, the Mattachine Society. But check out a few other great and eccentric personalities that advanced civil rights for LGBTQ people in this country. Life wasn’t always one big happy musical.
Miuccia Prada can be as self-effacing as she’d like, eschewing the title of artist in the debate as to whether or not fashion designers should be consider as such, but she cannot deny her natural instinct for drawing attention. She was a mime in her youth. Her runway shows have always been blockbusters with plenty of star power in the front row, but it seems La Signora Prada is blurring the lines between art and fashion once again in her latest Men’s campaign for her Fall line, enlisting Gary Oldman, Garrett Hedlund, Jamie Bell and Willem Dafoe as mannequins for her designs. Like everything else she does, we can’t help but chat about it.
What would we do without CNN’s favorite Gay-Straight (gay?) alliance member—no, not Don Lemon—Anderson Cooper? AC360 had a segment about some pretty classy parents and their church encouraging their theatrically inclined child to sing a homespun song that wished homosexuals to hell. You’ve probably seen the video by now, a child singing in a manner that can only be described as Shirley Temple-esque, about Romans 1 and 27, and using the word homo. The congregation of Apostolic Truth Tabernacle in Indiana cheered the future X Factor contestant on, and demanded a repeat performance. You can hear what presumably is the father’s voice yelling, “That’s my boy.” It’s just a class act all around on a Sunday morning in Indiana.
The real problem with One Million Moms is not that there are one million of them. There aren’t. It’s that they make passing the thirty-year threshold in life look like the end of… life. Their latest hate boycott is against JCPenney, first for picking up Ellen Degeneres (hi Ellen, who hates you?) and now for their decision to cater to America’s most notorious disposable income bracket this Father’s Day, gay men—or rather, gay fathers. Penney’s ad depicting two nerdish men raising children is so sweet you’d have to be smoking bath salts to find a problem with it. We’re not here to draw conjecture (save that for OMM), though we do love when marketers get hip to contemporary life. So here are some other notable campaigns that cater to gay consumers, the children that love them, and the granny panties that inadvertently get bunched. We assume One Million Moms wear granny panties. And that’s an OK statement ’cause it’s more empirical than conjecture.