NYC is a rare place where good tattoos are the rule, not the exception. My friend Mark Cross from SB works at East River tattoo Brooklyn and makes very beautiful pieces. The rhino in not by Mark, but I will have to ask Richie about the artist…

At a release party for V magazine, you might find:

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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

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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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