As superheroes enjoy a surge in mass popularity, The Costume Institute at The Metropolitan Museum of Art explores the symbolic and metaphorical associations between these fictional characters and fashion in Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy, an exhibition at the Museum from May 7 through September 1, 2008. The exhibition features approximately 60 ensembles including movie costumes, avant-garde haute couture, and high-performance sportswear to reveal how the superhero serves as the ultimate metaphor for fashion and its ability to empower and transform the human body.
Favorite JS booksmith/art publisher Viction:ary has a few new titles that you won’t find at your local Barnes & Noble, which are well worth your cash/credit spendage:
- Simply Material is a visual compendium of media to use as your canvas. Can you liberate the art from concrete or harness the awesome potential of epoxy resin?
- Fashion Wonderland sounds like a fairly pretentious theme park, but contents of this book are pretty arresting. Tons of designers have contributed the illustrations and art they take their aesthetic cues from.
- Illustration – Play puts the spotlight on 23 international artists and their unique illo medium. Paper cutting, stitchery, hand knit, fabric piecing, origami, patchwork, and more are represented.
- Type Addicted is a thorough read for the font aficionado; see how real typographical artists slice up the Roman alphabet.
In collaboration with Prada for New York Fashion Week Spring 2008, Hirst transformed their SoHo flagship store into an overtly graphic funhouse, using wallpaper, digital projections, and window decals to cover the upper level of the store in an infectious pattern of visual symbols. Weaving a motif of skulls and timepieces throughout, Hirst alternated his 2-D design with pills, hourglasses, coo-coo clocks, praying hands, and hazard symbols resulting in his signature rambunctiousness. The store’s stairs and sunken lower level were cleared of high-end merchandise to make way for a late night concert by British rockers, The Hours. Performing under Hirst’s hanging centerpiece, a dazzling skull replete with disco ball mirrors and menacing timepieces for eyes, the event had the feeling of an exclusive art happening that would have made Warhol proud.