ODE TO STARBUCKS
1 Comments Published by Cedric Benetti on Friday, September 28, 2007 at 9/28/2007 07:18:00 PM.STARBUCKS
STARCKBUCKS
BIZARREBUCKS
WARBUCKS
DOLLARBUCKS
SCARBUCKS
CARBUCKS
GUITARBUCKS
SIMON BOLIVARBUCKS
TARTARBUCKS
FAR(T)BUCKS
ARTBUCKS
Labels: celebrations, starbucks
2 QUEENS AT SEA
1 Comments Published by Cedric Benetti on Saturday, September 22, 2007 at 9/22/2007 12:27:00 PM."Yes, mom, I hear you!"
Me in a tux? Ohmilord I hope no one will take pictures of me and post them here (damn you my evil twin)...
I will have to buy some ocean outfits. I wonder if they still make those huge hats with the veil that blows in the wind. Definitely a sailors shirt with blue and white stripes, but no silly sailor*s hat! And some large sunglasses while I sip my cosmos on deck.
Labels: 2 QUEENS AT SEA, Queen Mary II
It*s a boat! It*s art! It*s CHANEL!
1 Comments Published by Cedric Benetti on Thursday, September 20, 2007 at 9/20/2007 10:17:00 AM.Karl Lagerfeld and Pritzker prize winning architect Zaha Hadid teamed up on a new art project involving Chanel's popular handbag designs. The project is called "Mobile Art" and starts in Hong Kong in January before travelling the world for 2 years(New York, Tokyo, Moscow, Los Angeles, and London, Paris being the final destination in 2010).
Chanel has commissioned 15 artists for the project, directing them to create artwork inspired by the house's handbags, famous for their signature quilted leather and chain handles. Hadid's contribution was a massive organ-like sculpture in form of the container ship.
The artists' names have not been revealed, but a curator for the Mobile Art project said that the artists come from all over the globe and are well-known in the art world. The exhibition itself will be free and open to the public.
Check the NYT page for a video rendering of the structure!
Labels: Architecture Instant Love, Art, design, FASHION
What I*m reading these days
1 Comments Published by Cedric Benetti on Tuesday, September 18, 2007 at 9/18/2007 08:37:00 PM.Still waiting for the new Citizen K...
Labels: Magazines and books
All excerpts are from Andy Warhol*s film "L*amour" from 1972
Labels: FASHION, Talking Pictures
WORLD CUP OF FASHON?
1 Comments Published by Cedric Benetti on Sunday, September 16, 2007 at 9/16/2007 07:43:00 PM.Why not do the Fashion Olympics in Paris?
Watch Marc Jacobs win the LV bag throwing!
Witness Ghesquière running with scissors (ok it*s a lame one, but i ran out of jokes here)!
Labels: Art, Art Galleries, exhibitions, shopping
Baby, have I got shoes for you!
1 Comments Published by Cedric Benetti on Friday, September 14, 2007 at 9/14/2007 04:18:00 PM.I just can*t wait to get a glimpse at what will be wearable in some time; especially focusing on the shoes! I love shoes! Love them! Wish sometimes they could make some women*s shoes my size! Face it: men*s shoes are freakishly boring most of the time, and ti find something really special and unique, you always need to put the hand so deep in your wallet!
See you on the runway; September 30th till 8th of October
Dior
Balenciaga
Labels: FASHION, fashion week paris
Ecole du Louvre, Exam Session no2! WHOOPEE!!
2 Comments Published by Cedric Benetti on Tuesday, September 11, 2007 at 9/11/2007 09:43:00 PM.Labels: TOILETS of PARIS
Nobody knows about me
1 Comments Published by Cedric Benetti on Monday, September 10, 2007 at 9/10/2007 04:23:00 PM.Labels: FASHION, personal drawings + cartoons
Labels: Art, things that can happen if you stare directly into the sun
Studying hard or hardly studying?
3 Comments Published by Cedric Benetti on Sunday, September 9, 2007 at 9/09/2007 04:08:00 PM.I*ve been reading lots of weird stuff, and crossing borders from theater to sculpture on to performances and other weird installations, hooking up with dear Michael Fried and his beloved Art and Objecthood, while Greenberg watched us in a distance.
I*ve been fighting with Donald Judd and his Specific Objects, self defining my own self against minimalism.
I*ve been mingling with Bruce Nauman and his philosophical approach on deconstructing the body while bouncing in the corner and torturing clowns on public toilets.
I*ve been walking with contraposto in an exaggerated manner in the perimeter of a square while dancing...
I*ve been experiencing space and Participation Objects with Bob Morris while Waterman Switching with Yvonne Rainer and Meredith Monk. Dance and Object became only one!
I*ve been Mies van der Rohe-ing while dancing naked in the Farnsworth House.
I*ve been rocking my religion with Dan Graham while being influenced by Foucault, Bentham and the evolution of the royal garden pavilion theme.
I*ve been pinch necking Beckett in a quite absurd way, while trying to fail harder with Bram van Velde at expressing nothing at all of any importance whatsoever.
I*ve been reconquering my own self on stage with Vladimir Mayakovski, trying to stay individual in a universe that tends to anonymous massification, then shooting myself.
I*ve been experimenting Living Theater in the lab with Jerzy Grotowski while being influenced by Moholy-Nagy at the Bauhaus stage, ready to do another Metalltanz.
I*ve been kicking it with the Judson Dance Theater back in 1962, Puddling with Simone Forti in my old ballet shoes.
I*ve had it all and been there and done that,
and in the end, what did I learn on my journey:
Non-Theatricality = Non-Time
Labels: Art
My street
2 Comments Published by Cedric Benetti on Saturday, September 8, 2007 at 9/08/2007 04:35:00 PM.It shows my street, the Rue du Croissant, back in its glory days, when it was the very epicenter of Paris journalism and newspaper offices. This is where it all happened back in the days, when you could cross Jean Jaurès at the Café du Croissant, when Emile Zola met with president Cléménceau at the offices of the "Aurore", later on printing his famous "J*accuse!" in the basements, where now is a nightclub.
The days when the narrow street behind my building*s portal was bursting with teenage newspaper sellers, rushing into the offices to grab their paper stocks; when Victor Hugo was writing letters on this same floor that i*m sitting on right now, maybe gazing out of the window I*m gazing at now. Only he would be seeing the glass covered courtyard, with the rotative presses clinging to the sound of the printing ink sliding around.
All that I have left to my eyes is the same courtyard, filled with the laughter of children playing under shady trees...
Time has passed on now, and all newspapers have left the neighborhood now, many of them having dissapeared from the surface of the editing world.
Labels: Magazines and books, Newspaperism, Paris street stuff (NOT a TOILET)