[August 25 2016] : RIP the extraordinary Sonia Rykiel ❤️ “I am ungraspable, ungrasped, I roam. I only accept the trenchant, the explosive. I hunt myself down to the point of the impenetrable to see if I can decipher myself, but the farther I go, the more I sink in. I’m in another language; another woman is speaking; I am the unexplained, a woman in exile who has lost her name, lent it to an untitled sheet of paper. I scheme. I slip into black clothes to have secret liaisons. Camouflaged, I say, ‘I am not hiding.’ I am a liar. I am the indissoluble, experiencing all the senses. Sliding through mystery, I do not understand myself. I pass through, I enter new flesh, I insert myself, I mold myself, but down deep, I don’t find myself. The more I say, the more I tell. Impalpable, disobedient, rebellious, I have to be tracked down. I open the ranks of restless women.” The opening to Sonia Rykiel's first book And I Want Her Naked (Et je la voudrais nue) from 1978. #purplediary #soniarykielrip
[August 25 2016] : ArtView the gallery
On view until September 10th, 2016 at Matthew Marks Gallery, 1062 North Orange Grove, Los Angeles.
Photo Gabriela Forgo
story by RAYMOND J. DUMAS
photographs by WILLIAM EGGLESTON, STANLEY BOOTH and RAYMOND J. DUMAS
WILLIAM EGGLESTON by STANLEY BOOTH
WILLIAM EGGLESTON, the legendary American photographer, and STANLEY BOOTH, the chronicler of rock and blues music, have been friends for 40 years. THESE TWO LIVING GIANTS ARE NOW PART OF THE LEGEND OF MEMPHIS, the city of Elvis, Johnny Cash, B.B. King, and Stax Music.
Booth grew up in a turpentine camp in Waycross, Georgia, situated in the middle of the bleak, horrendously hot and humid 700-square-mile Okeefenokee Swamp. When he was 16 he read an interview with Ernest Hemingway that changed his life. Booth regularly wrote for Esquire, Playboy, and Rolling Stone magazines, and he authored The Adventures of the Rolling Stones, about the band’s 1969 tour.
“When I first knew Eggleston,” says Booth, “one occasionally heard the word dilettante used to describe him, simply because one man isn’t supposed to know about music, firearms, sound systems, television set construction, and art. Eggleston’s strict low-key esthetic kept him from becoming a household name overnight.”
Judging from the photos shot in Memphis nights of the ’70s and ’80s, the two friends led an active life. “Bill’s got tons of guns — a .357 Magnum, a 9mm Browning,
a .45 Glock,” Booth told me as we looked at photographs. “The Starlighter is a nightclub from which Eggleston has been banned from ever entering again — when you pull a loaded gun on someone, they have a tendency to get very angry.” For such a smart man, William Eggleston has a curiously whimsical sense of humor: he likes to push buttons, but also pull triggers.
William Eggleston, now nearly 70 years old, seems securely attached to the title “Father of Color Photography.” Maybe the word “color” should be modified by “art” or “artistic,” because of course he didn’t invent the process. There have been those, however, who would deny that Eggleston’s photography has much of anything to do with art. I met Eggleston in Memphis in the early ’60s, shortly after he arrived there from his native Mississippi. He was already reputed to be a “serious” photographer. His progress over the decades, however slow and frustrating it’s seemed at times to him, has been astonishing.
The prince of a matriarchal Southern empire (his mother, two sisters, one wife, and many female admirers), he has moved with assurance
[August 23 2016] : ArtView the gallery
On view until September 3rd, 2016 at Gavlak Gallery, 1034 N Highland Avenue, Los Angeles.
Photo Gabriela Forgo
[August 22 2016] : ArtView the gallery
On view until September 17th, 2016 at Gagosian Gallery,20 Grosvenor Hill, London.
Photo Ekaterina Bazhenova
[August 16 2016] : ArtView the gallery
On view until September 5th 2016 at Centre Pompidou, Place Georges-Pompidou, 75004 Paris
Photo Inès Manai