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Maxim at Alexander McQueen A/W ‘97 “It’s A Jungle Out There” collection wearing a silver prosthetic finger ornament from Shaun Leane and his own metal gauntlet. Photography by Robert Fairer.
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Elle UK, June 2002.
Ph. Robert Fairer
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christian dior backstage photographed by robert fairer
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Alexa Chung DJing at the Mr Porter party at the Corinthia hotel by Robert Fairer for Vogue (2012)
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Beautiful and Inspiring. Karl Lagerfeld Unseen: The Chanel Years
There is plenty of inspiration for fashion, portrait, and commercial photographers.
My grandma told me: do something well, don’t simply try. You must immerse yourself in that world. She was an immaculate seamstress, constantly learning new techniques and staying up to date with the latest clothing trends. My grandma was always creating clothing keepsakes for her family. Every time I stopped by she would have a fashion magazine for inspiration, and we’d scour over the images…
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Karl Lagerfeld Unseen
The Chanel Years
Robert Fairer, Sally Singer, Natasha A Fraser, Elizabeth von Thurn und Taxis
Thames&Hudson, London 2022, 352 pages, 250 ills., 33.5 x 24.5 cm, Hardback without Jacket, ISBN 9780500024249
euro 75,00
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A glamorous tribute to Karl Lagerfeld’s highly influential creations for Chanel captured behind the scenes by US Vogue photographer Robert Fairer in beautiful, never-before-seen images. Casting a new light on one of the best-loved chapters in fashion history, Karl Lagerfeld Unseen: The Chanel Years illuminates key Chanel collections and creations from behind the scenes.
From discreet client fittings in rue Cambon’s immaculate black-and-beige salons to previously unseen backstage moments that show models, hairdressers, stylists, make-up artists and Karl Lagerfeld himself at work, Robert Fairer’s stunning and high-energy photographs capture the elegance, glamour and spirit that defined Karl Lagerfeld’s shows for Chanel.
Texts by Karl Lagerfeld’s collaborators and friends provide a fresh perspective on his creative process and reveal the stories behind the now iconic designs. A treasure trove of inspiration, this publication will be a must-have reference for fashion and photography lovers alike, and for dedicated Chanel fans the world over.
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25th January marks the annual celebration of Burns Night - a time to celebrate Scotland's favourite son, and world renowned poet and song writer Robert Burns who was born on this day 1759.
I have covered Oor Rabbie on may occasions so on this day I hope to bring you a few facts about Scotland's National Bard and his legacy.
Known as somewhat of a ladies man, Burns is known to have fathered 12 or 13 children, depending on the source, to 4 different women. His last born child, Maxwell, was born on the same day as his funeral 25 July 1796, meaning his wife Jean Armour missed his send off.
As a lad growing up in Ayrshire, Burns was always fond of supernatural stories, most of which were told to him by an old widow who helped out on his father's farm. These stories no doubt had an influence on his writings in the future and perhaps were the inspiration for his classic masterpiece, Tam O'Shanter and the lesser known Adress to the Deil and Halloween. Even in these poems he flattered the fairer sex with his words, this from the latter poem.....
The lasses feat, an' cleanly neat, Mair braw than when they're fine; Their faces blythe, fu' sweetly kythe, Hearts leal, an' warm, an' kin':
Of course Burns also gives another of his favourite subjects a mention in this verse, "the deil himsel," Look it up it's another guid yin!
Burns didn't always want to stay in Scotland - he hoped to move to the Caribbean island of Jamaica. Although following the success of his poetry collection 'Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect' (or the Kilmarnock Edition as it is known), he opted to move closer to home, settling in Edinburgh for a time.
For all his fame, Burns never forgot his humble roots. His love for farming stayed with him throughout his life and his writing often dealt with issues affecting the poorer classes, notably highlighting the need for greater social equality. Indeed he is known as the Ploughman Poet, a nod to his farming life.
And on his legacy, Burns has gathered some very famous fans since his passing, US president Abraham Lincoln could recite Burns’ works by heart. Bob Dylan says that ‘A Red, Red Rose’ by Burns is his source of greatest creative inspiration and Michael Jackson song Thriller is said to have been inspired by Tam O'Shanter.
In Japan at pedestrian crossing you don't get beeps like here in Scotland, they play a rendition of the Burns song ‘Coming Through The Rye’.
There are more statues in honour of Rabbie than any other male figure in history, only surpassed in total by Queen Victoria. (I am not including religious statues).
In 2005 Robert Burns was the first person ever to feature on a bottle of Coca Cola, about a million were made they currently trade for around £10 and I have one, unopened in my kitchen cupboard.
Arguably Burns most famous song, Auld Lang Syne, has appeared in over 170 Hollywood films including The Apartment, It’s A Wonderful Life and When Harry Met Sally. , but he only rewrote the verse, he sent the poem to the Scots Musical Museum in 1788 indicating that it was an ancient song but that he'd been the first to record it on paper. The phrase 'auld lang syne' roughly translates as 'for old times' sake', and the song is all about preserving old friendships and looking back over the events of the year.
In the US city of Atlanta, there is a life-size imitation of Burns’ first home in Alloway, South Ayrshire, although it doesn't have the famous thatched roof.
In Scotland, there are some 20 official Burns memorials dotted around the country, from Aberdeen to the final resting place of Burns in Dumfries, which commemorate his journey from Ayrshire to “Auld Lang Syne”.
‘My Heart’s in the Highlands’ was translated and adopted as the marching song of the Chinese resistance fighter in the Second World War.
In 2009 STV viewers voted Robert Burns ‘The Great Scot’, beating the likes of William Wallace, Robert the Bruce among others.
There are Burns Clubs scattered across the globe, but the very first one, known as The Mother's Club, was founded in Greenock in 1801. They held the very first Burns Supper on what they thought was his birthday, January 29th 1802, only to discover that his birthday was actually January 25th!
Since then Burns suppers have been held worldwide.
I know some of you out there will toil to understand some of Burns's poetry, don't fear you will find the Best of Robert Burns, translated into the "de'il's tongue" just Click here...
The song Ae Fond Kiss, was one of my mums favourites the words "Never met-or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted" are inscribed on her grave......"
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Febuwhump - "You Lied to Me"
Pairing: Dreamling (technically), Hob/Gwen
Words: 640
Warnings: Cheating, Non-Consensual Relationships
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Hob hadn’t intended for things to go this way. Not really.
His Stranger, his friend, came back into his life after their missed meetings. He gave him his name—Dream—and even dropped by sooner than a hundred years later! It was everything Hob ever wanted. Dream talked about himself, not a lot, granted, but some. He learned a bit of his work and his employees. He even learned a bit of his family.
In turn, Hob talked, as he always had. About everything. Every little thing he thinks Dream would enjoy, and even some he wasn’t. He had a friend. One that knew him, truly knew him, in a way that no one could anymore. Hob would do anything to not lose that.
So when Dream kissed him that night after they’d sat down on the couch for their newest routine addition—Friday movie nights—well... Hob did what he had to do. He kissed Dream back.
It’s not that Hob’s not into men. He’s lived this long, it’s hard to not experiment at least once. They’re fine. He finds he still prefers the fairer sex, but he’s not opposed to the occasional tumble with the other side. But he’s never dated a man. And sure, Dream isn’t technically a man, as much as he gathers, but... He likes Dream. Loves him, in the way he did his brothers in arms, his closest friends. He’d do anything for him. Apparently he’d also let him think Hob wants him back.
Christ, he feels terrible. He does. Truly. Dream deserves better but he couldn’t well push the man away. He’s learned enough over their time together to know that things would never be the same. He and Dream wouldn’t be the same. If Hob had pushed him back that night, told him he didn’t love him back, he’d have lost his best friend. Maybe forever.
And truly, is it so bad to be with him this way?
In hindsight, he shouldn’t have gone out drinking with his coworkers, especially once he’d found out Gwen was gonna be there. He liked her. She liked him. Add a bit of alcohol to the mix, it’s no surprise he ended up in her bed. It was fun, it was good, too. He always enjoyed a lady that knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. Had it been just a few months earlier, he imagines he would have asked her out the next morning.
Then, well... It’s hard to control one’s dreams.
Hob doesn’t even remember what he dreamt. Whatever it was, it must have clued his friend in on his state of affairs. Either that or the man just had impeccable timing cause when Hob opened his eyes to take a piss in the middle of the night, Dream was there, standing at the edge of Gwen’s bed, eyes full of stars.
“Dream,” he whispers, sliding the covers off his bare legs. He’d slipped his boxers back on, but that’s as far as the re-dressing process got before they both passed out that night. “Listen, I can explain—”
“You lied to me.” Hob’s heart breaks at the slight wobble to his friend’s words.
He shuffles out of the bed, suppressing the shiver that runs down his skin at the chill of the night air. The room still smells faintly of sex and must. “I... please, Dream, just—just stay, we can talk—”
“You do not love me.”
Hob stares up at the man and watches a single tear fall from his eyes, trailing down the porcelain skin.
“No. Not in the way you wanted me to. I’m so sorry, Dream. I—” he threads his fingers through his hair. “I should have said something sooner, I just… I didn’t want to lose you.”
“And yet you have...”
“Dream—”
“Goodbye, Robert Gadling.”
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'Oppenheimer director Christopher Nolan has said he "absolutely" will not work on another film until the Hollywood strikes are resolved.
Tens of thousands of Hollywood actors have joined writers in taking industrial action, because they want streaming giants to agree to a fairer split of profits and better working conditions.
The Screen Actors Guild also wants to protect actors from being usurped by digital replicas.
Nolan admitted he was "very fortunate with the timing", as his film's premieres were held just before the strike began, meaning Oppenheimer would not be affected by industry members stopping work.
When asked if he would write another film during the strike, he told BBC Culture editor Katie Razzall: "No, absolutely. It's very important that everybody understands it is a very key moment in the relationship between working people and Hollywood.
"This is not about me, this is not about the stars of my film," the acclaimed director, writer and producer added.
"This is about jobbing actors, this is about staff writers on television programmes trying to raise a family, trying to keep food on the table."
As more production companies use streaming platforms - like Netflix and Amazon Prime - for their shows, it has changed how actors and writers get paid.
Previously every time an episode was re-run on a TV network, it would tend to involve payment, allowing those who worked on projects to get by in between jobs.
The director said the companies involved had not yet "accommodated how they're going to in this new world of streaming, and a world where they're not licensing their products out to other broadcasters - they're keeping them for themselves".
Nolan, who was Oscar-nominated five times for the films Dunkirk, Inception and Memento, added: "They have not yet offered to pay appropriately to the unions' working members, and it's very important that they do so.
"I think you'd never want a strike, you never want industrial action.
"But there are times where it's necessary. This is one of those times."
Speaking ahead of the London premiere, where several of Oppenheimer's stars left the red carpet early to strike, he explained: "It's very important to bear in mind that there are people who have been out of work for months now, as part of the writers strike, and with the actors potentially joining - a lot of people are going to suffer."
Despite the row in California, British-born Nolan has no current plans to work more in the UK, his home country, as he prefers to be "on the real locations" where his films are set.
"The UK has wonderful film studios," he explained. "It's a great place to come to shoot a film if you're going to be on sound stages."
Oppenheimer tells the story of J Robert Oppenheimer, the enigmatic Manhattan Project scientist, who had a leading role in developing the atomic bomb that made him a "destroyer of worlds".
He "gave us the power to destroy ourselves and that had never happened before", Nolan said.
Commissioned by the US Government during World War II, and believing themselves in a nuclear race with the Nazis over who would create the bomb first, in 1945 scientists in Los Alamos, New Mexico detonated a test bomb, codenamed Trinity.
Their invention was then used, controversially, to end the war, dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki to devastating effect.
The film is an exploration not just of Oppenheimer's story, but of the "incredible decision" the scientists took on that first occasion.
"There's a possibility that when you push that button, you might destroy the entire world," Nolan told the BBC.
"And yet they went ahead and they pushed it. How could you make that decision? How could you take that on yourself?"
Another existential threat to civilization is AI, which is also part of the Hollywood strike and makes the Oppenheimer movie more timely.
"One of the interesting things about putting this film out is it's coming at a time when there are a lot of new technologies that people start to worry about the unintended consequences," he said.
"When you talk to leaders in the field of AI, as I do from time to time, they see this moment right now as their Oppenheimer moment. They're looking to his story to say, 'what are our responsibilities? How can we deal with the potential unintended consequences?' Sadly, for them, there are no easy answers."
Nolan is one of a rare number of Hollywood directors. His films - Interstellar, the Dark Knight Trilogy, Inception amongst them - are both blockbusters and arthouse fare; critically acclaimed and, Tenet aside, which was released during the pandemic, box office successes.
"I make the films that I really want to go to the cinema and sit down with my popcorn and watch" he says. "I started making films when I was a kid. I made Super 8 films from when I was seven or eight years old and I've never stopped".
He's a champion of the big screen who, famously, left Warner Bros for rival Universal to make Oppenheimer.
Nolan's known for wanting his films to feel authentic rather than computer-generated.
There was even a rumour doing the rounds on the internet that he had set off a real atomic bomb in New Mexico for Oppenheimer.
"We recreated the circumstances of it," he said, "obviously not using an atomic weapon. What we're trying to portray is this moment of absolute beauty and absolute terror.
"This is the moment that really changed the world."'
#Christopher Nolan#Oppenheimer#Screen Actors Guild#Amazon Prime#Netflix#Inception4#Dunkirk#Memento#Interstellar#The Dark Knight Trilogy#Inception#Tenet
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Maxim at Alexander McQueen A/W ‘97 “It’s A Jungle Out There” collection wearing a silver prosthetic finger ornament from Shaun Leane and his own metal gauntlet. Photography by Robert Fairer.
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a chaotic, uncertain, and disorderly syllabus [x]
why fish don't exist & “the eleventh word” by lulu miller
book and essay by npr journalist lulu miller on the search for order in a world of chaos. miller was inspired by the story of naturalist david starr jordan, whose collection of carefully classified and labeled fish specimens was scrambled in an earthquake in 1906. while researching his quest to rebuild his life's work she discovers surprises about his life that yield insights about her own search for order and meaning. “the eleventh word” follows her family after the onset of the covid-19 pandemic and the publication of why fish don’t exist, when her young son learns the very word “fish” that she attempts to complicate in her book.
chaos: the making of a new science by james gleick
the first popular science book on chaos theory aimed at non-physicists and non-mathematicians, published in the 1980s by science reporter james gleick. presented chronologically, chaos begins with the story of meteorologist edward lorenz's experiments with a weather simulator and expands to cover the ubiquity of chaos in fields like astrophysics, ecology, economics, geometry, and biology; as well as the ways the study of chaos has altered scientific paradigms.
"the lava lamps that help keep the internet secure" by tom scott
video in which youtuber tom scott visits the web security company cloudflare, where a camera photographs the changing patterns in a row of lava lamps to generate unpredictable values for their cryptography. in another office, a receipt printer generates outputs such as magic 8-ball responses, mazes, and sudokus from their random data.
"just randomness" by michael marder
essay in real life magazine by philosopher michael marder about ethics and algorithmic decision-making, in which he argues that algorithms should not recuse us from making fundamental decisions about justice. by trying to use randomness to create fairer systems, marder writes that we are prone to the pitfalls of perceived randomness-- particularly at the hands of the learned gender, race, and class biases absorbed by artificial intelligence.
"what does chaos theory have to do with art?" by dean wilcox
paper by culture writer dean wilcox on the connections between chaos theory in physics and image/process-driven work in art. wilcox uses the plays of robert wilson and the films of david lynch, both of which eschew predetermined narrative structures, as artistic corollaries for chaos science. for an analysis on art and entropy focusing on the work of many 1960s artists and architects, see robert smithson's "the new monuments and entropy." (thank you to @vis-uh-vis for the suggestion!)
"divination and game theory" by john henrich
short section of evolutionary biologist john henrich's book the secret of our success, which as a whole explores various ways that cultural evolution may advantage the human species. he touches on several examples of how random divination techniques, such as augury or osteomancy, are an evolutionary boon in situations where random decisions are valuable. for more thoughts see "paul the octopus' death and other thoughts on animal oracles" by alice dos reis from the dutch socio-political research project, schemas of uncertainty (many other interesting pieces here too!)
"the elusive apple of my i," "consciousness = thinking", "a courteous crossing of words," & the final pages of i am a strange loop by douglas hofstadter
a selection from cognitive scientist douglas hofstader's book on consciousness, i am a strange loop. these parts are dedicated to pondering how our coherent sense of self is established in spite of the chaotic "mass of seething and churning” at the level of cellular structures or subatomic particles. (note: brief references are made to concepts from elsewhere in the book, notably epi from ch. 7 and careenium from ch. 3 in the full text. thanks to @calliopecantaloupes for pointing me to this!)
alan watts on the myopic view of the world
lecture by theological writer and speaker alan watts on the common western perception of the universe as chaotic, alien, and unsympathetic. he explains how we might expand our "myopic" view of life, which focuses on our individual egos and voluntary actions, to see a larger order of magnitude in which the self and environment depend harmoniously on each other.
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Elle UK, June 2002.
Ph. Robert Fairer
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christian dior fall 2003 backstage
photographed by robert fairer
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Alexa Chung for Vogue by Robert Fairer (2012)
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July Kinkfest: Nothing to Hide (Day 1)
Link to the prompt list
Begging | Degradation | “You have to tell me what you want.”
Am I three days late to my own fest? You bet I am but I'm serious about "you make your own rules" for this!
Sandman TV | Dreamling | M Rating | They're just talking and eyefucking today
I'm going to try to stay in one universe for the kinkfest, but probably not in a linear way. Here's the premise: Hob and Dream meet in 1389 and Hob's sure he knows the pretty lord wants his dick sucked in the stables. Dream is a weasel and a bastard and sees no reason not to take the offer. Hob now thinks this is part of his immortality deal so expects to service Dream at each meeting. Dream is a weasel and a bastard... and Hob's just his perfect match.
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It's been years since anyone was so bold with Hob in a tavern. He likes it, the direct approach. It's nice to know he's still comely enough to turn a head here and there. His back is to the man who has spoken, but Hob already knows he'll go with him. He's half in love with that voice even now, deep and smooth and sure. So utterly certain. It's curling up snug and warm in his belly and Hob wants it to stay there.
The man is uncanny, when Hob turns to look up at him. Hob's eyes go wide as saucers. He's the most beautiful person Hob could ever have dreamed of, fairer than any maid or youth, with eyes full of wicked humour. He looks at Hob like he's got a jest to share and thinks that Hob will not like it. A touch of the cruel, perhaps, but Hob is not averse. Not when he has the pinkest, plushest lips in creation to look upon, not when the man's skin is so smooth and white. Never seen a day's work nor the winter's bite nor even the sun's touch, for how pale he is. Wanting for someone rough to take care of his baser needs. Clearly.
Well. His lordship has chosen aright. Like seeks for its like and finds its mate.
"That's right," he tells the lord, answering his opening tease about Hob's declaration of immortality. He will want confidence and boldness to match his own, for it is Hob's boisterous nonsense that’s drawn his attention.
"Then you must tell me what it's like," his lord says, and the curl of his lip is both soft and mean.
Hob chuckles, for he loves nothing so well as a partner to entertain his verbal play. The man should signal now, where they are to meet, be it the privacy of a room upstairs or the stables in the straw. Or perhaps he has a private coach to match the king's ransom that hangs from his pretty neck.
"Let us meet here again, Robert Gadling," the lord says, and his voice is like lightning in Hob's belly. And how has he come to know his name? "In this tavern of the White Horse." He pauses, the better for his gaze to pierce Hob right through. "In one hundred years."
The table erupts into laughter around them, and it feels like being shocked awake. It was just the two of them in the world, and now Hob wants to duck all his friends in the nearest pond. If they should drive his lord away... but no. The lord's gaze does not waver from his. And oh, whether this man has coin to gift after a pleasing tumble or not, Hob does not care. He'll suck his prick for the pleasure of it and call himself rich for the memory.
Whatever game this lord wants to play, Hob is willing. He hushes his friends, looks only at his man. Tells his lord he'll meet him whenever he likes, be it in one hundred years or this very moment. The last is told in the flick of his brows and the incline of his lord's pretty head. The stables, then; the vivid image of himself on his knees in the straw enough to snatch his breath away when it leaps into his thoughts. Oh, yes.
He drains his tankard, watches his lord slip away. Stands, to the jeers and cheers of his friends, and steps toward that lovely daydream.
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