In Paris for the past few days photographing the couture collections as well as some Atsuko Kudo pieces. Temperature was 30+ . Nice and sticky.

Me & Diane @ the Maison Martin Margiela SHow (see previous post)

Marcelo Burlon showing off his tats.

Group shot (see previous post)

Last thursday was the launch party of the first special edition of Sang Bleu. Publioshed in collaboration with the Palais de Tokyo in Paris. The book launch was a nice succès. Everyone seemed to like the result (so do I!).

The rest of the week was dedicated to the planning of SB which is going to be pretty amazing, I think, and enjoying fashion week with Lotta Volkova aka Lotta Skeletrix and Alban Adam, guest editors of SBIII. Fashion week was pretty fun although a bit disappointing fashion-wise. I had the pleasure to (finally) meet lots of very interesting people such as Diane Pernet from A Shaded View On Fashion, Jason Farrer, Marcelo Burlon from Rodeo Magazine and his lovely friend Marchi Marchell, Samuel from Encens Magazine, the editors of Dong Magazine, SOLO from the oldschool french hardcore rap group ASSASSIN, the djs of Dirty Laurent Fétis the famous french graphic designer, even bumped into Pharell WIlliams and Kanye West at the Vuitton show and so on and so on… Images to come later this week as I sort my digitaly pix and process the rolls…

Here are a few images of tattooed people I met on this occasion. (Tattoos by Tribal Act, Boucherie Moderne, home-made, etc.)

by Jason Nocito

Just found this photographer, Clayton James Cubitt, on a fashion blog.

Archive images from the ‘Onto You’ series in SBII that didn’t make the page.

Body painting by Ari. Model Ocean Moon at Select.

When make up is applied flawlessly it is easy to overlook the expertise involved.

An acute understanding of the surface, instruments and materials, gradations of shade, unclouded lines and subtle suggestion combine to modify contour, poise and countenance while questioning the infinite variants by which we perceive beauty.

It is a temporary tattoo and once removed the evidence of its existence becomes an object of beauty in itself.

:an object or bodily part whose real or fantasized presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification and that is an object of fixation to the extent that it may interfere with complete sexual expression

-Merriam-Webster’s Medical Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster, Inc.

There are things you dare when you’re 13 and (most likely) don’t dare anymore ever since you hit the “age of reason”. I crossed Sarah the young raccoon on the street last week, but I didn’t have my camera with me. When I saw her again the day after, and I did have my camera, I knew it was a sign…

Oh yes and when I asked her who got the idea for ther hair do, she simply went:
“Bein, moi!”

Please don’t grow up, you rule.

RD Franks online
Go to: MAGAZINE, then FASHION MEDIA

pretty tattooed model in please! magazine (a french jewelry magazine)

Ella (Independent. London)

“..That fucking hurt - 40 mins of drilling on my tiniest (some of) bones. That drilling resonated through me and took too long as the man had been blazing skunk beforehand. That should have been me. Would have taken the edge off but anyway it wasn’t that bad..”

Dunja (FM London)

She wrote “on left shoulder ship steering wheel on back in Hebrew ‘Freedom is within’”

I think it’s about time I properly introduce long-time SB contributor and friend Lotta Skeletrix. Lotta, along with her (long-time SB contributor and friend) husband Alban Adam are currently doing a great job at co-editing SBIII.

Herzlichen dank.

Read an interview of lotta on the Projekt Galerie website

Drapery is and will always be—maybe like water movements, waves, clouds and foliage—every artist’s “passage obligé” when it comes to testing oneself’s skills at drawing or painting. Along with a certain fear comes fascination. Drapery is intangible, subtle and infinitely complex.

And sometimes, wandering about the cloth’s swirls, one will find an unexpectedly adorned skin.

Here at the Paris Fashion week, photography by Adrian Wilson.