Irina Lazarenau

ocupation: model, songwriter and musician

When she was four years old, she and her parents were political refugees from Romania who knew firsthand what it was like to fear for your life based on your beliefs. As a result, Irina feels an obligation to be outspoken when necessary about anything, including the pitfalls of modeling, despite consequences that could affect her prominence as a supermodel (she was once booked for ninety runway shows in one season).

This same bravery and sense of uninhibited fervor goes for everything Irina does. She turned her passion for beat poetry and rhythmic literature into songs with the help of Pete Doherty when she collaborated with the Libertines at fourteen years old and today, among many other projects, she is designing her own line of clothes based on what she feels is a need for the quintessential women’s three-piece suit and she is jamming on stage with Sean Lennon and others with her new endeavor, Operation Juliet. Irina refers to her successes as “improvising,” but her talent and honesty are real and never more apparent than in her iconic sense of style. 

Karl Lagerfeld’s excitement for the artists and muses of past centuries taught Irina most of what she knows about where to look for influence as a designer. But for me, Irina is of that stature herself with her eclectic doe-eyed androgyny. She not only wears a tie with a button-down shirt and glen plaid blazer à la Diane Keaton, but takes it to a level of hyper-diversity with jodphurs, a leather corset belt and a Greta Garbo-like hat. She rocks the masculinity of Katherine Hepburn in oversized Balenciaga palazzo pants, but with with the delicacy of a ’20s cloche hat and a checked vintage blazer. Following in the footsteps of her writer activist father and grandfather in an authentic military blazer over an Ossie Clarke dress, Irina thinks for herself. This is epitomized by her sense of outrage when someone criticized her in an article for not being afraid to wear the same thing twice: “the most ridiculous line ever written…I don’t know anybody who doesn’t wear the same thing twice.” When you have a soulful connection to everything in life, including your clothing, it’s not disposable. 

born to be wild.....

Añadir leyenda

robert Frank photos

Historia de un amor

Miren la pareja de la foto, proyéctenla al futuro y sobreimprímanle estas frases: “Acabas de cumplir ochenta y dos años. Has encogido seis centímetros, sólo pesas cuarenta y cinco kilos, pero sigues siendo bella, elegante y deseable. Hace cincuenta y ocho años que vivimos juntos y te escribo para comprender lo que he vivido, lo que hemos vivido juntos, porque te amo más que nunca”. Ahora imaginen que esas frases son el comienzo de una carta, de él a ella, una carta de cien páginas que él irá escribiendo noche a noche, mientras ella duerme en el cuarto de arriba de una casita rodeada de árboles, en las afueras del pueblito de Vosnon, en la región francesa del Ausbe. Menos de un año después, la policía local hará ese trayecto, alertada por una nota pegada en la puerta de la casa: “Prévenir à la Gendarmerie”. La puerta está abierta. En la cama matrimonial del cuarto de arriba yacen en paz André Gorz y su esposa Dorine. A un costado, unas líneas escritas a mano, dirigidas a la alcaldesa del pueblo: “Querida amiga, siempre supimos que queríamos terminar nuestras vidas juntos. Perdona la ingrata tarea que te hemos dejado”.
Poco antes, Gorz había terminado de escribir aquella larga carta a su esposa Dorine y se la había enviado a su editor de siempre, que la publicó con el título Carta a D. Historia de un amor. En la última página, dice Gorz: “Por las noches veo la silueta de un hombre que camina detrás de una carroza fúnebre en una carretera vacía, por un paisaje desierto. No quiero asistir a tu incineración, no quiero recibir un frasco con tus cenizas. Espío tu respiración, mi mano te acaricia. En el caso de tener una segunda vida, ojalá la pasemos juntos”.
por Juan forn

in memoriam of P*..... r.i.p

Nan Goldin

As a teenager in Boston in the 1960s, then in New York starting in the 1970s, Nan Goldin has taken intensely personal, spontaneous, sexual, and transgressive photographs of her family, friends, and lovers. In 1979 she presented her first slideshow in a New York nightclub, and her richly colored, snapshotlike photographs were soon heralded as a groundbreaking contribution to fine art photography. The Ballad of Sexual Dependency—the name she gave her ever-evolving show—eventually grew into a forty-five-minute multimedia presentation of more than 900 photographs, accompanied by a musical soundtrack.

William S. Burroughs (1914-1997)

 Also known as willian lee, was an American novelist, poet, and spoken word performer.
Burroughs was a primary figure of the beat generation and a major postmodernist author who affected popular culture as well as literature. He is considered to be "one of the most politically trenchant, culturally influential, and innovative artists of the twentieth century.
In 1943 while living in New York City, he befriended Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac, the mutually influential foundation of what became the countercultural movement of the Beat Generation, while becoming involved in the drug addiction that affected him for the rest of his life.
Much of Burroughs's work is semi-autobiographical, primarily drawn from his experiences as a heroin addict, as he lived throughout Mexico City, London, Paris, Berlin, the South American Amazon and Tangier in Morocco. Finding success with his confessional first novel, Junkie (1953), Burroughs is perhaps best known for his third novel Naked Lunch (1959), a work fraught with controversy that underwent a court case under the sodomy laws
Burroughs had one child in 1947, William Seward Burroughs III, with his second wife Joan Vollmer, who died in 1951 in Mexico City after Burroughs's accidental manslaughter, an event that deeply permeated all of his writings. Burroughs died at his home in Lawrence, Kansas after suffering a heart attack in 1997.