The spirit of Peter Jensen’s awkward, gangly beauty manifests itself this season in the form of Shelley Duvall, the 70s star of Woody Allen and Stanley Kubrick’s films. Fresh with yellows, purples, and greens-the palette popped with the simple colour-blocking of crepe shirts tucked into pencil skirts, scalloped edge dresses and a silhouette that was unmistakably 70s. Long lashes exaggerated on the lower lid seemed to express the candour of a bright eyed ingenue. The mood was bright, atmospheric and pointed towards a season of optimism and youth.

Text and images by Ting Ting Qian

Yesterday, paying a little visit to Mr Hooper I had the pleasure to find there as well my old friend Frank Carter (some of you saw him on the cover of SB 0!). When I met him, he was “just” a tattooer at Frith Street London, but he since became a superstar singer for a band called the Gallows. More than for his music that I must admit not being my “cup of tea”, I always had a big respect for Frank’s extremely good taste in tattooing. The ones he makes and the one he gets. On his head, Frank has an amazing snake by Ian Flower.

I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet company!

But to go to school in a summer morn, -
O it drives all joy away!
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.

Ah then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning’s bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.

How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring!

O father and mother if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care’s dismay, -

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?

The School Boy – William Blake

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Daniel Palillo‘s collections are always full of great pull-overs that make me want to watch The X-Files and perform acts of juvenile delinquency. Spring/Summer ’11 seems so far away now, but before you know it we’ll be lounging around the mall wearing a giant sweatshirt that says ‘I HATE MYSELF AND I WANT TO DIE.’ Truly prescient!

School Spirit

When most students are doing nothing but enjoying some fun in the sun on their summer vacation . It was such a surprise and a pleasure to hear that the 2nd and 3rd year fashion design students from the University of Applied Sciences Northwestern Switzerland put together a fashion show for close friends and family members. Along with a lucky few like myself and Maxime Buchi were asked to take part in this event.
The show took place at what looked to be an abandoned train yard in an industrial part of Basel, Switzerland. At first, I thought we where lost, but soon after stepping out of the cab. I saw a parade of trendy design student hippsters coming our way, “we made it just in time”.
Minutes after arriving the show was about to being.” Is everybody in, is everybody in ?…the show is about to begin. ”

text by Daniela Retana, photography by Maxime Büchi & Simon Krebs

To dance as if cutting a figure in the air, with a shirt and bow tie, they stand straight, suck in their stomachs, heads held high. Their moves are bold, legendary, quick, swift, slow, tender, gentle. They are the ballast upon which women lean. Strong and balanced.

She caresses the floor with her foot, tracing circles. Keeping her knees together tight, she follows the man’s signals, body and hands. Moving in time with the music, moving in time with her partner’s movements, she waits, senses, moves and anticipates. She is always giving. She raises her right hand only when the man raises his. Their heads touch lightly at the forehead.

Except “she” is not there.

When walking forward or backwards, the leader should place his feet where the follower’s was. This allows for continuity, equanimity, and balance. Though the leader leads & the follower follows, in a sense the follower is followed by the leader. The leader must listen as well to the partner. It is a conversation to which the two agree.

Would you like to dance? Meaning, do you agree to follow me?
Yes, they say.

Ryan McNamara performance at Louis Vuitton from Sang Bleu on Vimeo.

photography & video © Maxime Büchi & Jeanne-Salomé Rochat

Yesterday we attended to the Launch of the 26th issue of iconic french fashion magazine Encens. It took place at non-any-less-iconic NY store Atelier on Hudson street. Needless to say, the cream of the crop was to be found among the attendees. Pictured here Zana Bayne (wearing a very impressive new piece of hers), Nikki Moose & jewelry designer Jonathan Goldstein.