The Futuristic
I'm not scared of the future, my moon is in Gemini. Haha... ;)
I'm a Taurus sun though ;)), so I take from the Marant line of thinking. When speaking of her latest collection she states, " I love to look to my heritage and to do something with it. I was never really charmed by anything too obviously futuristic."
The reporter continues to describe her AW21 line as:
...case in point. The collection video was shot in a huge brutalist car park in Paris, and the clothes were somewhere between actually futuristic and the past's vision of the future.
When describing her early influences, Isabel Marant cites musicians such as:
"New Order, Dexy's Midnight Runners, Malcolm McLaren and British music"
When thinking about my own art and how peers of mine seem to be engaging with futurity as it relates to technology and humanity (Stella Lamar and Audrey Leshay, to name a couple of painter friends of mine dealing with the like--- motherboards and outerspace to be specific), I tend to be more reserved in my projection. I like to stay at home. I think of the David Byrne lyric, "the cosmos of your house", which relates to recent paintings of mine.
The one below in particular.
As well as a recent work on paper that is lacking proper documentation, but I may post below as a visual aid.
And yet Black artists of the past as they spoke to futurity fascinates me.
I think of Prince's '1999' and Michael Jackson writ large.
I love the visuals they pumped out, particularly Michael Jackson's Blood on the Dance Floor (obviously, I'm having a moment with the latter if you've been keeping up with me on here-- a lot of new posting, click older posts!).
I don't know, I have to agree with Marant. The deft handling of the future as I've seen it in my peers, and as I hear it described by Marant compels me more. It makes me think in terms of possibility, thinking of Steyerl's notation that the "impossible" is a word slowly cycling out of rotation.
I don't know.
It's inspiring to pair down the future. To make it a pair of pants. To patina the pants and then ask the Moon, "What do you think?"
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