Tag: Junya Watanabe

revisiting // junya watanabe ss ’04

Summer 2014 wardrobe oasis has been sourced- or perhaps more aptly, spotted- via time machine set to ten years past, and it’s a veritable treasure trove of dots, biker shorts, and boob seams that feel appropriately and unabashedly so right, right now that I could write a trite, borderline senior thesis on the forward thinking of the Japanese guard. I will abstain, and in lieu, I’m listening to that “new” Michael Jackson track (“Love Never Felt So...

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why not… plaster your face in papier mache?

DIRECTIONS: -Wrap head in plastic wrap. RECOMMENDED: Industrial-sized Cling Classic. -Adapt to lifestyle sans air. -Ask a discriminating preschooler to papier mache your skull. Bribe with gummy candy that you will no longer physically be capable of consuming. BONUS: Is child enrolled in Chelsea-based art daycare and/or descended from esteemed art collector/dealer? Ask for personal fingerprint indentations for investment purposes. -Let dry. -Frustrated, preferably on a gallery night Thursday, dig into papier mache just over...

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a sartorial superlative wish list for our collective 2014 future

It’s 17 degrees outside mid-Polar Vortex, and protesters in Kiev riot at the Square of Independence in what I perceptibly discern to be utter hell fire, just as nearly 100 people die of a terrorist attack in Nigeria and the world runs out of chickenpox vaccines. The gloom! The doom! Additionally, I just lost an eBay auction for rare Twin Peaks memorabilia, Justin Bieber is going to rehab, my iPhone is shattered, and it’s- gulp- Superbowl season,...

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doll parts

This Halloween I realized a bizarre style evolution, in which my choice of clothing is currently based off of a high-ranking macabre level and worn only when I’ve fully imagined the creepy character a look can recall, see: serial killing school girl, shipwrecked prostitute, turn-of-the-century ghost nurse, dead clown bride, pervy ’70s teacher- all recent looks in my stable of Instagram #ootds. Naturally, I simultaneously attribute this to a lifelong love affair with the October...

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junya jive // a meshy affair

With a rotating catalog of style icons that include the mundane (schoolgirls, nuns, bag ladies who in turn check out my own tatters), the nostalgic (Morticia Addams, Sarah Sanderson, children’s ghosts pulled from the pages of scary stories of my formative years), and the obtuse (pirate’s peasant maidens, nightmare-worthy clown brides, hobo sack-carrying nomads, broken porcelain dolls), it should come as no surprise that “Martian Olympian” should also qualify for a spot on said roster,...

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