April 4, 2008

gwen-stefani-um04.jpgover the past few weeks i’ve extended myself in lengthy discourse with several peers about my anti-the establishment views regarding what’s authentic/laudable in music. anyone close to me is aware that my list of worthy musicians, artists, & entertainers is found in brevity.

nothings ever personal, the media just can’t sell the educated well-packaged hype when there’s characteristics i extol regarding genius. one must possess an artistic it factor, a mastered (non-contrived) image & the control of, and seminal talent. the world should be done with all image no-substance, fly by noon pop stars. i won’t reveal the hit-list so to deter the feds from knocking, but they should fall 6ft in an empty 3ft pool, head first, for some of the coonery they package as art. i.e. that increasingly doomed e=mc2 by mariah carried-away.

so with feist’s performance looming in the immediate distance, i began digging through my catalog and have been relishing in broken social scene, sacred cow, love/hate, the love below (which was as artistic to this generation as purple rain & thriller were to the 80s) & the sweet escape.

stefani’s last triumph served as runner-up to back to black as the best effort of 2006. “4 in the morning” & “early winter” echo volumes of empathy toward my life, and she supplied air in visual stimulation bringing those songs life. the videos were masterfully theatre. there was progressive artistic direction, style, & drama which married well with the below surface lyrics. i admit that the early singles skimmed the kiddie pool arena for appeal (sales) but the depth of the remainder delighted me. very few artists create & retain a niche & despite stefani’s intrepid treads into an urban groove, its her assault in the pop realm where she shines and amazes me most. beyond reason, this hp spot is a summation of my daily internal struggle & relegates misty watered eyes & the reason for this post.

creating magic,



March 17, 2008


so…. as these thoughts find words, i’ve pondered the direction of future posts which has been the source of my absence. yet i’m reminded that originality is merely judicious imitation fighting relevance. keeping these notings fresh, i am fearful of revealing too much of v.a.b’s direction too soon though i’ve just dated irony! an idea under mixed contemplation was highlighting photographers through their impact when i came across some extended work of this guy….. Nick Knight.

i know i’ve thrown genius around much lately but i ask you to enlist another word with paralleled brevity and dominion. (exactly!) Knight, the genius, has shot editorials in some of my fashion bibles ie. Arena +Homme, Another Man, I-D, & the best version of Vogue; british. he has challenged conventional notions of beauty frequently and is fêted for his groundbreakingly creative, left-of-center collaborations with leading designers including Yohji Yamamoto, John Galliano, Alexander McQueen, and advertising projects for clients McQueen, Audi, Calvin Klein, Christian Dior, Jil Sander, Lancôme, Levi Strauss, Martine Sitbon, Mercedes-Benz, Royal Ballet, Royal Opera House, Swarovski and Yves Saint Laurent.


here’s his editorial for the april 2008 edition of british vogue and it stars the indomitable becks; posh that is. micheal howell’s glittery set’s dressing, the wardrobe, & all the trappings are really hot.

an inspiration lest i say more. peep the album covers of gwen’s l.a.m.b & björk’s volta & homogenic if doubt remains. for a more information about his influence, works, & awards visit (his personal art project), wikipedia his name or rather, google it :). hf_nick-knight88.jpg british vogue cover april 2008 nick_knight.jpg l.a.m.b british vogue cover ‘01
* reminder: purchase the april issue of british vogue.**