This weekend, SB contributor Estevan Oriol was in Rome in order to launch his new book, L-A WOMAN, published by Drago.

Below, during our visit of in the Chiesa di Sant’Ignazio di Loyola a Campo Marzio, which is a Roman Catholic titular church dedicated to Ignatius of Loyola, the founder of the Jesuit order.

photography by Jean L’Olivier

I am fascinated with popular or generally functional clothing much more than the fancy, elite one. It is the Uniform vs Couture. Probably one of the reasons for my appeal to the “british fashion”, much more popular, style-orientated, as opposed to the “french fashion”, full of codes and a history few people have access to.

Among others, i have always had a love/hate relation to bombers. Around here, they are very generally perceived as linked to extreme right-wing subcultures, while in america, they are simply a widespread popular garment. No need to say that the stylistic projections I abstractly make on such an item while watching The Wire find themselves severely jeopardized when confronted to an environment that’s in a general style-denial like the little swiss town i find myself in these days.

I dream about a blog that would explore the history and repertory the uses and codes linked to popular clothes, and daring to also explore their occurrences in black-american cultures, french “banlieue” styles and so on. If such a thing exists, please let me know.

But until someone does it for me or I find some time to start it myself, here are two links to blogs already taking it slightly to that direction:

http://eworkers.blogspot.com/

This one I found a link to on Thomas Hooper’s website. It is pretty serious and well done. Let the images speak for themselves, because unless you’re japanese speaking, not even google-language tools can save you!

The other one is:

http://www.drygoodsandassortedsundries.com/
Much more fashion orientated, but I appreciate the angle it is taking on clothing-blogging.

And just for the hell of it: a very non extreme right-wing use of a bomber.

how could a a bad american graphic design just become good by adding some japanese signs on it? well it just… does.
the music is classic nonetheless. Pretty happy I found this one!

Recently I have the fun to tattoo Wonka and Dave Marshall in Bern upon invitation from my dear friend Patrick Fraefel who happens to be PR for Gorilla Bicycles. A few days later (or was it before? Who cares?) Wonka, Patrick, RENAUD SKYRONKA and Corinne Stoll shot a series of pictures to be featured in the upcoming issue of sang bleu. I was also given (ok, my chronology is messed up, cause THAT was 4 months prior) a beautiful fixed gear bike that have since been upgraded up to that:

And here is a little behind the scenes video of the shoot. As much as I am impressed by the stuff Wonka does, I am not even remotely interested in using my bike to jump over stuff, but I must say, nor am I interested in riding normal bikes anymore since I discovered fixed gear cycling!

(you might wanna turn the volume off before playing the video ;) )

GOrilla – Playing with Fire from Gorilla Bicycles on Vimeo.

The play has a strong opening: a crash, followed by swearing, insult and scorn. He and she have come home after a long evening at a party and, although it is three A.M. and neither is entirely sober, it is not unreasonable to take their apparently random German conversation as being indicative of their typical attitudes towards life and each other. She, like the heroine of the movie she probably talks about, is “discontent.” She dislikes her house, she is dissatisfied with her husband’s sedentary ways and generally passive orientation toward life.
He never does anything (although it is not yet clear what, exactly, doing would entail). However, he is wearing Lanvin’s “Graffiti Necklace”.

That image got stuck on my mind.

I am going to jump kick your face and then kiss it.

I have been practicing my jump kicks every day.

I have been practicing my jump kicks at least three or four times a day.

That means I have performed more jump kicks than the average human.

That means when I jump kick your face you will notice the power.

That means when I jump kick your face, it will mean more than if someone else did it.

After I jump kick your face I will kiss it.

There will be many kisses—an amount that eventually becomes annoying and vaguely frightening. They will seem mad.

And I won’t even feel emotion while I’m kissing your face. It will just be something I am doing.

I will kiss your face repeatedly. Mainly in the cheek area. But sometimes on the nose and sometimes on the forehead.

And sometimes my mouth will be open. Sometimes my front teeth will touch your skin but it will be accidental. And I promise to open my eyes to assure you if that happens.

When you feel teeth and then open your eyes, mine will already be open.

But I will not stop kissing your face.

The pleas to stop will not be obeyed.

The next day you will wake up with your face against the pillow, your jump kicked and violently kissed face.

It will hurt.

You will touch it and feel how it hurts.

I am practicing my jump kicks; my kisses are already pretty good.

You will get one of the former and many of the latter.

You mean nothing and you are nobody.

You are a crumb in my bellybutton.

As it is the 25th Anniversary of Jordan Brand, NIKE is releasing a lineup of classic Jordans in all white. A beautiful “naked” pair of sneakers. I am SO going to jump, kick & kiss!

Text above @ kissable Sam Pink

Because he was drunk he did not speel well, only really slept for perhaps twenty minutes the whole entire night, and when the morning came he was feeling sick and drunk, and he had a headache, and his mouth tasted awful, and he was tired, but he remembered that someone would be arriving home that day, so he got up and washed himself and put on a clean shirt and brushed his teeth, and sat at the table and ate a banana and made art.

I can’t get tired of Matias Faldbakken’s 2008 canvas…

UNTITLED CANVAS, 2008
Canvas tape on Belgian linen / wooden stretcher
152,5 x 152,5 cm

As you might already know, his highly recommended monography “Not Made Visible”, was published in 2007 by Christoph Keller for Les Presses du Réel.