Month: January 2015

Rock Your Cock — What’s So Gross About Genitals?

Everyone is freaking out in disgust that Rick Owens sent down a few dick tunics down the runway. Surprising? Nah. What’s surprising is the collective reaction — you type ‘penis’ on Google, the Wikipedia page for the organ is drowned by dramatic headlines of the designer’s show in Paris, like this one: 5 Places It’s OK To Wear Rick Owens’ New Penis Cloaks (VERY NSFW) or Wait—Is This A Penis On The Rick Owens Runway? (NSFW PHOTOS).  Glancing through the photos before all the hoo-hah, I barely even noticed. The penis, dangling in all its casualness, peeped shyly from the holes of understated tunics. By no means was it a dick parade. Sometimes it doesn’t even appear at all. You can’t even see it that much in the collection snaps on Most of the press coverage has been condescending in trying to understand the point of all this, but I can only laugh and take it lightheartedly. Yesterday, Walter Van Beirendonck also sent down models in normal-looking suits, only pinned on them were butt plugs. If anything, I’m happy that menswear …


Vulnicura, Deoxys and Vaginas

Yellow has never seemed melancholic until it appeared on Björk’s new album, Vulnicura, that was released on iTunes yesterday as a surprise after its online leaks. Nonetheless, it’s a heck of a treat for all. Foreign, artificial, yet familiar and natural, the cover artwork suggests a transformed, mature Björk clouded in serenity. What else does it say? Björk’s studio album covers carefully follow a formula: a self-portrait from the stomach up (in Volta, only her head is really shown — the rest is a statue, so it’s technically not her), laid against a digitally rendered background, and she’s dressed in an outfit that epitomises the sound of each album, threading a narrative (or rather, worlds) together. Debut saw her diving into a new world, where she felt homesick and resulted in Post; her frustrations erupted into Homogenic and calmed down in Vespertine, where she fell in love; Medulla commemorated the birth of a child, Volta encapsulated the spirit of a mother; and in Biophilia, everything seemed to have come together as she ruled the universe. Four years later, however, Vulnicura contradicts the sentiment. It says: …