(photos from Papermag)

After taking a look at Rick Owens’ fall menswear collection, I had to check back in with the power behind his techno-caveman throne. Michele Lamy’s ring tattoos–brutal glamour, and way better than any sterling or platinum.

images from Anatomy of the Self and Stil in Berlin

The Elsa Peretti-style gloves have been my long-time lust objects, but Anna-Sara Dåvik’s silver and gold fingernails are the last word in why-has-no-one-tried-this-before jewelry innovation.

I could talk about Alice in Wonderland for hours…unfortunately when I have nobody to talk to, you, dear Sang Bleu readers, suffer the consequences of it.

So, I just found out about this 1988 nightmarish esoteric version of Carroll’s fiction. Directed by the transverse Czech filmmaker Jan Švankmajer, it is made of filmed scenes mixed with animation.

I read somewhere that the New Yorker commented upon it that the world of movie-goers was now divided in two categories…the ones who never heard about Švankmajer, and the ones who did.

Alice (Neco z Alenky)

Edit: Well, I have some troubles adding the video, anyway here is the link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2B2tTnx1Wc&feature=related

just found this on tumblr… does anyone know where it’s from?

Gray and rainy, as usual. Point of view: Deckard. Out the windshield, the road streams by. He glances at the indicator lights: translucent signs scrolling vertically, like a series of post high-tech hieroglyphs. ‘The secrets of the Egyptians were also secret to the Egyptians’, he thought to himself. Where was Rachel? She had left her purse in the car, but no forwarding address. Or phone number. Only that metallic colored lipstick. Everything was metallic in his universe; it was difficult to tell her lips from anything else.

Text by Aaron Schuster
Image by Jeanne-Salomé Rochat

Ron Pippin’s website

(the bus’ diplay reads “hors service” (out of order)!)