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All are eerie and vaguely unsettling, but the artist makes each of them somewhat divine by washing them in liquid gold. Read more
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“It’s a craft that’s dying and not celebrated anymore,” he explains. “It’s assumed that everyone with a computer can be a designer.” Read more
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Looking through the gallery window, Alexia Stamatiou’s paintings seem like a celebration of color and life, an eye-catching display against the pristine white of the Sunday Gallery located in New York City’s Lower East Side. Read more
March 20, 2007 | Art Features
Born in Malawi in 1973, Zangewa had an intense interest in fashion as far back as she could remember. She spent hours upon hours in her mother’s wardrobe as a child, day dreaming of recasting the beautiful fabrics into her own unique designs. However, her schooling, divided among family stints in Malawi, Zimbabwe, and Botswana, focused more on future workplace skills than creative expression. Fortuitously for Zangewa, needlecraft was one of the skills taught to young African girls. This sewing ability gave life to the glamorous couture she had been fantasizing about. Instead of playing with clothes, she was making them. Given her passion for designing elegant outfits, it seemed logical that Zangewa would choose a school of fashion design to continue her post-high-school education. But she chose a different path, ending up at Rhodes University in Johannesburg, South Africa, to study fine art. There, Zangewa reasoned, her sketches of luxurious garments would blossom into beautiful paintings. Upon arriving, however, she immediately felt the onerous constraints of a conservative art school. Not only was she told to focus only on landscapes, still lifes, and portraits, she was also ordered to make the content of her work either asexual or masculine. “At university, if I did work that was Feminist or feminine in any way,” Zangewa says in her lilting but firm voice, ‘they used to say, ‘Oh, No! That’s terrible. You must never show your femininity in your work.’ That used to really make me angry.” For a young woman whose motive for going to college was to learn to best depict gorgeous women in gorgeous clothes, this was not only infuriating, but also disillusioning.
“For me, the city was really a mystery,” Zangewa says. “Everything was new. It was exciting. Places like Botswana, Zimbabwe, and Malawi are all very nature orientated, very close to the earth, very African. Johannesburg is this metropolis with these high rise buildings and this shiny reflective glass. That was really awesome. I remember driving down the street in the center of Jo’burg and I thought, ‘Wow, this is so beautiful, this man-made thing.’” For Zangewa, Johannesburg was a place where beauty took new forms. The glimmer of a skyscraper now shone with a brilliance equal to that of a sequined dress. A new inspiration had risen from the streets of the city. More than just a visual wonderland, Johannesburg was a place of convergence. It was to become a place of joining for one woman, one passion, and two means. After college, Zangewa worked a variety of jobs in the fashion industry - salesperson, store manager, advertising art buyer, marketing manager, model, and assistant to a stylist. What would have seemed as a girl like an ideal career path wasn’t cutting it for Zangewa. “I always knew that I was more of an artist than a fashion designer or an accessory designer,” she says. “I always go back to the art being the most important thing, not necessarily, ‘Can it be marketed? Can you mass-produce it?’” Not surprisingly, Zangewa’s art from this period reflected her personal anxieties. She was still painting her long-held ideal - women in the height of sartorial luxury - but the women in her work always seemed to be wallowing in glamour instead of reveling in it. Things weren’t turning out as they were supposed to.
It was while surveying these paintings that a friend of Zangewa offered a new approach to combining art and fashion. “She said, ‘You’ve got such a strong influence of fashion in your work. My grandmother left me this trunk of fabric. Why don’t you come over to my house and have a look at these fabrics and see what you want to do with them.’ I found the most beautiful old black satin and I started to do embroideries on it, which then became handbags.” It was in those handbags that the two means - fashion design and art - finally came together in a way that fulfilled Zangewa’s love for each. She was painting with fabric, and cutting various small, hued shapes to drape her purse canvases in vibrant Johannesburg cityscape tapestries. The art world took notice. In 2004, she won the Gerard Sekoto Award for the most promising local artist. It is no small measure of poetic justice that the objets d’art for which Zangewa first gained notoriety were so undeniably feminine. After being told for years that her art had to be gender neutral or phallocentric to be accepted, Zangewa was being celebrated for work that was defiantly womanly. “I said to myself, I am a woman,” Zangewa says. “I am going to express my femininity and I’m not going to be what somebody else wants me to be anymore.” When asked why she chose to portray building facades on the handbags, Zangewa speaks not just of her awe for the architectural splendor of Johannesburg, but also of pop culture.
February 22, 2007 | Art Features
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Spectacle — it’s the swagger, it’s the back-up singers in matching costumes, it’s when too much is never enough, it’s Las Vegas and its antithetical twin Burning Man, it’s gold and gold and more gold. It’s the Flaming Lips with their dancing aliens, Santa Clauses, and rock superstars floating through the crowd in big plastic bubbles. It’s what Redmoon Theater does.
Adults in silky pink suits, pirate paraphernalia, and fake hair of assorted varieties. Children in striped tights, fairy wings, capes, cowboy boots, and leopard print pants. A rat puppet and a pixie-punk woman with tattooed arms and a short, black and silver dress that shines underneath the TV lights. Indie rock, punk, hip hop, cha-cha - whatever plays, they dance.
When you live in the Bay Area, you are solicited for advice on the regular from faraway friends and family on what to see when visiting your part of the Golden State. Nine times out of ten, when you tell them about the cutty little “not-in-the-guidebook” spots that will give them a true taste of Boca de California, they proceed to ignore that advice and spend large blocks of time at heinous Fisherman’s Wharf tourist traps.
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In an age of iTunes,
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Marketing gurus over the years have done everything they can to convince consumers that mass-produced fashion is all about personal expression. “Shop here to say you’re really a woman on the go!” But what does an industry focused on moving hundreds of thousands of units really have to do with individual creativity? For
While trying to reconcile her place in a sexist academic environment, 