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Anarchy in the UK - Vivienne Westwood at the De Young

Posted by Miss Ess, June 3, 2007 08:48pm | Post a Comment
Spurred by the looming end of the exhibit, I grabbed my friends Brad and Josh and a few Bob's doughnuts (lemon jelly filled!) and ran to the Vivienne Westwood Exhibit at the De Young Museum.

Based on what I saw, one thing I learned was that Vivienne's clothing is still cutting edge: overwhelmingly so. The exhibit is a complete retrospective of her career, from her punk beginnings in the early 70s to now.  [An aside:  Anyone else wonder what her son with Malcolm McLaren is up to these days?  When you have parents like that, seems like the sky's the limit.]  It's also funny that the clothes Vivienne and Malcolm created together that were so shocking and offensive back in the 70s are now ripped off and mass marketed to every kid who wants some prepackaged rock'nroll edge at Hot Topics across America.  Weird.  Don't people realize what they are purchasing? The fact that every suburban kid these days hits the mall for their "edgy" faux punk gear makes it more difficult to remember that the clothes really were like nothing else when they were originally created, and that a lot of actual, intelligent thought went into the creations.

Here's Miss Vivienne.  They actually had this shirt at the exhibition.

Like my partners in crime for the day, I wished that the exhibit had more photographs of actual people (yes, even models count!) wearing the fashions instead of just faceless mannequins so we could picture them better, but nonetheless the clothing was for the most part gorgeous and incredibly detailed.  Vivienne moved on from punk rock clothing gracefully to play with the old and the new, the high and the low, with many styles including world fusion-y and pirate-y styles in the 80s:
















and on to retro olde U.K. styles, with kilts for men and kilt-esque skirts for women,


and with many stops in between for beading, platformed shoes and unexpected cut outs. 




So many of the shapes, cuts and ideas of her pieces are still worn today, either to a high class event or as street clothes.  The woman is obviously a style icon.  The shop that was the original she opened with Malcolm in the early 70s is still open in London, under her name now, and she has managed to develop herself and her talent from the street's cutting edge all the way to haute couture, which is a truly amazing feat.


Here she is circa nowadays.  Isn't she a playful lady?  So playful.

The exhibition is open till June 10 at the De Young Museum in Golden Gate Park.

arcade fire....LIVE!!!

Posted by Brad Schelden, June 3, 2007 03:35pm | Post a Comment
Every time I go to the Greek Theatre, I find myself thinking about "The Clash of the Titans."  I expect Harry Hamlin or Medusa to walk out and greet me at any moment. It really is a little majestic  and makes me think of old greek mythology. I just heard that they are actually remaking "The Clash of the Titans" into a new movie. I can only imagine that it will be horrible. But I would be really into a live stage production of the movie at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. I really do love this place. I always go up to the top and sit on the lawn. Normally this would be like the worst place to see a show. But it is not too far away where it is hard to see. Its the perfect view from up there. It was a bit cold last night but as long as its not raining its never really that cold with all those people squeezed in there.

So I had heard really great things about the first  Arcade Fire tour for their album "Funeral." Since I had missed the first tour I was really worried that this would not be the same. But my friend Joshua has assured me that they are just as good now. He was at this show as well but choose to experience the show down close.  The lawn is not for everyone. The band consists of ten members on stage playing various instruments. The husband and wife team of Win Butler and Regine Chassagne hold it all together as the ringleaders. Electrelane opened up  for the Arcade Fire. It was fun to see them on such a big stage. They are really a great little band and I'm glad everyone was into them. The stage set up was kind of awesome. They had 5 little circular monitors that looked like little portals. Each monitor was playing some different video. At times it was pre-recorded footage to go along with some of the songs. But usually it was live footage of the various band members. It gave you a slightly different perspective than you could see from just being in the audience.

The new album Neon Bible sounded great live. They seem like a tight little family on stage. But they also  seem to all be having a great time. It seems at times confusing who is doing what or playing what part of what song. Sort of like a circus. But they pull it off and the songs all sound brilliant. I was really most impressed with Regine. She seemed to change instruments like every song. She started playing a hurdy gurdy and then went on to the accordion and then the drums and then keyboard. She also sings on a bunch of the songs. Every time I looked away for a second she would be in a different part of the stage when I looked back. They managed to sell out two nights at the greek. And you could tell it was sold out. But being outside it never feels as crowded as a sold out night at the Warfield or the Fillmore. It was a very fun night. It is always great to see a band exceed your expectations for them. I have always wanted to move to Montreal. Even before I heard these guys. But now I want to move there even more. It seems like everyone in the band would be really fun to hang out with.
 

Desert Christ Park, Yucca Valley

Posted by Job O Brother, June 3, 2007 11:53am | Post a Comment














































(In which the group sees a vision of Jesus, stoned.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 3, 2007 11:22am | Post a Comment
Today I awoke to the housekeeper barging into my bedroom. Upon seeing two naked dudes fast asleep, she uttered a cheerful “Eeek!” and slammed the door, ne’r to be seen again.

So much for fresh towels.

I brewed a pot of coffee for my friends and they rose like zombies from graves in search of caffeine and tobacco.

Corey and I went to the restaurant for brunch where, thank God, a totally normal person waited on us. The food was rad. They have an organic garden here from which they harvest their vegetables. More importantly, our waitperson understood what it meant to WANT COFFEE.

Growing up north of the Bay Area, I was spoiled by coffee service. Up there, you usually don’t get to the bottom of your mug before someone fills it. In LA, you have to f**king launch a g*ddamn publicity campaign signifying that you want another cup. And then you need to get your agent to find you more cream.

The ladies joined us later, both feeling much better after a night of sleep. Corey went out in search of a hammock, and Carrie, Logan and I settled by the pool, making sure we kept hydrated by knocking back beer and Bloody Marys. (I watched the bartender make them and I swear they contained a dash of everything you find in the condiment aisle of a supermarket. I’m pretty sure I saw her add mayonnaise and microwave popcorn to the shaker.)


Carrie & Mary, poolside.

Basking in the glow of the midday sun, Carrie, looking beautiful as always, suddenly sighed, breaking the contended silence.

“I never get my knees totally shaved,” she said sadly, “I even tell myself to get them, but I’m afraid I’ll cut myself.”

There was a thoughtful pause.

“I’m putting that in my blog,” I announced.

Soon, my friends will stop talking around me.

The four of us eventually drove out to Desert Christ Park, located in Yucca Valley.


Looking statuesque: Logan, Carrie & Corey with various disciples

The statues were simple but lovingly made, though rendered somewhat creepy by rampant vandalism. Most of the Jesus statues raised their arms to heal the sick or voice beatitudes, sans hands. Sad and disconcerting.


Suffer little children: the vandalized statues of Desert Christ Park

Carrie and Logan dropped us off back at the cabin while they went off on a hike. I’ve prepared dinner like the happy housewife I am.

And that brings you up to present time. I’m sitting at Carrie’s laptop, typing this sentence. Corey is fresh from the shower and nude and, despite my pleas, putting clothes on. Lame.

I’ll be back later to tell you what happened with the West End Girls on their hike as soon as they tell me.

As for what all this has to do with music or film, two of the four of us are Amoeba Music employees. We ARE the music.

Creature

Posted by phil blankenship, June 2, 2007 10:23pm | Post a Comment
 





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