Our new issue is themed “head piece” and is centered around what goes on inside and outside the head. For the cover story, Yu Tsai shot and interviewed Jared Leto in L.A., Sophie Caby met up with director Gaspar Noé in Paris, Maria Ben Saad talked to Caroline Evans about her new book on the first fashion shows, Ann-Sofie Back headed out to the shooting range with a couple of female cops from the Stockholm police force and Tom Greenwood tracked down whatever happened to the harpsichord. The rest of the issue is filled with fiction, neuro science, fetishism, food, quantum mechanics, art and pictures from close to seventy contributors.
In my dreams I am a man named Pierre and have three arms. My third arm is not a tentative genetic aberration like a flipper or feeler or wimpy ghost of an ancestral tail. It’s as arm-like as my other two, both of which are quite arm-like. It is a thing to behold, this third arm, an evolutionary leap forward in the human chain, thrusting mankind far beyond his (and her) potential as a two-armed beast. Yes, it’s a decisive third arm, a dominant trait with a subliminal animal musk that has women everywhere overtaken by instinctual urges to unite their ova with my spermatozoa. Click to read the article.
For this issue, we have discussed lost paradises and the possibilities in fashion for dreaming up new realities. While people are less likely in our era to imagine future utopias, and are rather more fascinated by the supposed realities of different dystopias, fashion is a landscape based on a never ceasing need for extraordinary imagery. The dialogue between identity and different places is a characteristic of these experiments with image flows, and a theme in our vision for the fall and winter months of the season of 2011 and 2012.
There is a tendency for every generation to believe that it is the brave new world. To believe that what it is doing is braver and newer than anything before. That it is the bee’s knees, the cat’s meow, and even the cat’s pajamas. We are no exception, and justifiably so: It’s a fact that our world is the most chronologically advanced ever. We’ve got the internet, smart phones, and low-fat latte macchiatos. New, today, is renewed at a faster rate than ever before, and in many ways, our world is new each day. But what exactly does it mean to us to be new? Or brave? By Tom Greenwood
For us, these past months meant a renewed appetite for the empty room – an imaginary space; a new microcosm where you can capture moments, articulate dreams, memories and ideas, all things ephemeral. Ideally, it is a kind of free zone, a place away from external reality. The illusion is created when we liberate ourselves from time and space, as well as death. Like when winter in Stockholm stretches into May, but the signs of snow outside the window disappear. The future waits beyond the new horizons.
Happiness ahead. The new print issue from Contributor is here. So what is the best way to describe why the magazine looks the way it does? One of our starting points was the sect: individuals that form a group and the mentality that holds the group together. A kind of coming together under the same umbrella, like the people who gathered around Warhol, Gertrude Stein or Jesus and his disciples. You put a person, a religion or an ideology on a pedestal. A luminous leader who manages to convince everyone to commit mass suicide in order to be able to get on a spaceship with an unknown destination, since the universe is expanding and the apocalypse is near. Fashion is as much an armor, as a disguise or an expression. It offers support and shelter to both bodies and identities, much like a persona around a famous person, a sect leader or a religious figure.