A Cinematic Portrait of Chanel’s Paris in Rome Métiers d’Art Show at Cinecitta with Spoken Word by Jean-Luc Godard

If all roads lead to Rome, then which roads lead to Paris? For Chanel’s 13th Métiers d’Art show, Karl Lagerfeld took to the back lots of the famous Cinecittà film studios in Rome to show the luxury brand’s pre-fall 2016 collection. Since Lagerfeld’s reign at Chanel, his Métiers d’Art shows have become legendary:  a rodeo in Dallas (Paris in Dallas), a barge in Shanghai (Paris in Shanghai), a hotel in Salzburg (Paris in Salzburg) – the list goes on. The shows aren’t just bombastic gestures of wealth; their intention is also to celebrate the artisans around the world that contribute to the work of Chanel’s collections, from lace to buttonry to embroidery. But Lagerfeld’s decision to create a vintage Parisian set on Teatro No. 5, replete with bistro tables, a boulangerie, a cinema, a metro station, three weeks after the terrorist attacks in real Paris, had a deeper, more poetic and darkly coincidental meaning. The show, planned well before the attacks, was a cinematic love letter to Paris. Lagerfeld remarked: “I wanted to create a homage to Paris. The best Paris, the most romantic Paris and to nostalgia for an idealized version of the city that never really existed.” The Cinecittà, otherwise known as Hollywood on the Tiber, was built by Benito Mussolini in 1937 in a scheme to revive the Italian film industry – later, such classics as La Dolce Vita and Satyricon were filmed there. In Dustin Lynn’s own cinematic portrait of Métiers d’Art show, set to the soundtrack of Pink Floyd and a spoken word piece by film legend Jean-Luc Godard, a modern Rome and a modern Paris clashes with a make-believe, Charles de Gaulle-era Paris. Then there are the models walking the runway, the high fashion, and the after party – just to remind us that it is all just fantasy. 

[Coming Soon] Dukes of Chutney on Vinyl

Photograph of Dustin Lynn in Milan by Iris Humm.

Big ups to Dustin Lynn whose new brazilian dubplate, which is a collaboration with John Paul Jones (Tom Croose, Worst Friends), who together create brilliant musical masterpieces under the musical moniker Dukes of Chutney, is being pressed by Resista Records, a new imprint "dedicated to highly limited vinyl-only pressings of interesting edits & remixes from across the genre spectrum." Listen to Tom Croose - Cho Chua (Dukes Dub) here.

[PHOTO DIARY] Postcard from Padova

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"Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?" -- E.H.

We have finished filming and now holiday has officially begun ... I've been laying by the pool revisiting The Old Man and the Sea, as the drum of essential relaxation kicks, cloaked in reverberation.  In two daisies we will drive south to the heal, where the land smells of mafioso. Photo and text by Dustin Lynn who is in Italy shooting another short fashion film for Corto Moltedo

[FILM] The Face Behind the Mask (1941)

Peter Lorre in The Face Behind the Mask

The Face Behind the Mask is the story of a hopeful new immigrant, Janos Szaby (Peter Lorre), who, on his first day in New York City, is trapped in a hotel fire that leaves his face hideously scarred. Refused employment due to his appearance although he possesses tremendous skill as a watchmaker, the only way he can survive is by turning to theft, using his skilled hands to disable alarms. Eventually he becomes the leader of a gang of thieves, and raises enough money to commission and wear a realistic latex mask of his own face. Janos then falls in love with Helen (Evelyn Keyes) a blind woman who sees only the good in him, and attempts to leave his life of crime behind him. Unfortunately, his gang come to believe that he has betrayed them to the police, and attempt to kill him by car bomb, an attempt on his life that he survives but that Helen does not. In retaliation, Janos disguises himself as the pilot of the private plane the gang is flying out of the city with, which he lands in the Arizona Desert and lets out the fuel, suicidally stranding both the gang and himself without food or water, dooming them all to a slow death. At the film's end, Janos's body and that of his enemies are discovered by the police.

Post by Dustin Lynn

Sad Lover's Eyes

William S. Burroughs looking serious, sad lover’s eyes, afternoon light in window, cover of just-published Junkie propped in shadow above right shoulder, Japanese kite against Lower East Side hot water flat’s old wallpaper. He’d come up from South America & Mexico to stay with me editing Yage Letters and Queer manuscripts. New York Fall 1953. ~ Allen Ginsburg

The SIP Interviews Oliver Maxwell Kupper

Adarsha Benjamin + Shot by Oliver Maxwell KupperPhotography by Oliver Maxwell Kupper

A wonderfully fascinating institute, The SIP "a research institute that aspires to facilitate, promote, initiate research, open debate and creative work in the field of photography and related media," conducted an interview with Oliver Maxwell Kupper, publisher of Pas Un Autre. View interview here.

Brass Tears: Experpts from the Travel Diaries of Dustin Lynn

Brass Tears: Dustin Lynn
Brass Tears: Dustin Lynn

"And with a soft kiss I bid my adieu to Casa Voyageurs and Casablanca, speeding galliantly towards the Atlas Forrest and the ancient Medina of Fes (Fez) with the Brass Tears of Ted Curson in my ear, seat 5f, compartment 1, express train 119. Enshallah."

Text by Dustin Lynn

"Vicissitude of Water" by Dustin Lynn

Vicissitude of Water by Dustin Lynn

The Vicissitude Of Water (Tennis Court No. 2) Minneapolis, USA Photo Dustin Lynn

Vicissitude of Water by Dustin Lynn

The Vicissitude Of Water (Goal Post) Minneapolis, USA Photo Dustin Lynn

New photographs by artist, filmmaker, traveler Dustin Lynn.  To elucidate the hidden meaning behind these haunting, frigid images, in Dustin Lynn's own words: "[The] highest level of ascension in water is when it becomes snow - then it can take other forms like the branches of a tree, an alfa romeo, or a playing field." Isolated and glamorous with overwhelming quietude, these images are still-frames of a morbid, parallel nirvana in Middle America.