Marc-Edouard Leon
James Franco
James Franco and Adarsha Benjamin
James Franco’s ass stares at me from my desktop. it almost farts in my face. It feels like it wants to. Like it’s wanted to for weeks. But alas, this two-dimensional ass can’t blast any audible sass. It’s simply a photo, intended for our art cover—its gassy desires aren’t relevant. Of relevance is: how did we get here? How did Flaunt Magazine find...
Amil Niazi
Warwick Saint
YOU BETTER PAZ YOURSELF BEFORE YOU PLAY YOURSELFTHE SINFULLY BLESSED LEAD EVISERATES BLACK -AND-WHITE A cursory scan of paz de la huerta’s recent press, including a piece in The New York Times Magazine, suggests yet another wild child pin-up disaster story—a talented, but legally troubled, young woman whose wardrobe malfunctions on the red carpet...
LONG NGUYEN
THIERRY LE GOUÈS
LANVIN’S FREESTYLIST MENSWEAR DESIGNER’S FALL 2011
When i was a student, i found an old vintage hand-stitched jacket at a local Amsterdam flea market. Instead of wearing it, I turned the jacket inside out and unstitched the lining. I saw the extraordinarily detailed sewings, trims, and ribbon reinforcements—all this detailed work lay...
Maxwell Williams
EXORCISING THE POP GHOSTS OF A TRANSITIONING ARTIST
Rob Pruitt has been riding a wave of late. There’s the art Awards—which Pruitt came up with for the Guggenheiman—an Oscar-type presentation that includes categories such as “Group Show of the Year, Gallery” and “Curator of the Year,” which held its second...
Angel Fützmania
Massimo Gammacurta
It has been a warm night, and the earth slinks toward the equinox; you’ve just sent your beloved to bed for the last time with a dosage of deadly nightshade. Why did you do it? Because she was running her mouth, questioning your mastery of the occult. It’s sick, it’s shameful, but it’s true. You pour yourself a sweet carafe, sit...
Emma-Louise Tovey
Tony Kelly
The Beloved Actor Leads the Big Picture Conversation
He’s got a gun. Ian Somerhalder is balancing on a sunlounge precariously, with one foot cocked on the railing of the sixth-floor hotel room. He’s holding a three-foot hunting rifle aimed straight at the cars zipping down Santa Monica Boulevard in Beverly Hills. He puts his left hand to...
James Henwood
Dylan Martorell
A Steaming, Black Journey from the Cherry to the Mug
Who doesn’t love a woodsy, shade-grown cuppa in the morning? Certainly no one we’d consort with. What’s better than heart-shaped crema atop a single-origin, five-and-a-half ounce cappuccino? Um, nothing. You see, it’s simple. Our...
Daniel Holloway
Martien Mulder
The Layered Force of A Contemporary Character
It’s a warm and sunny summer afternoon in New York, free from the goddamned humidity that spoils most of the season in this city. Outside the Breslin Bar at the too-hip Ace Hotel, shorts-clad, sunglass-masked guys and girls walk by slowly, as if worried that picking up the pace might cause...
Maxwell Williams
Adrian Ghenie, Serban Savu,
Romanian Art Wrestles with A Budding Contemporary Significance
There’s a cluster of low-rise buildings tucked off La Cienega Avenue in Culver City that looks like an office park—an odd extension of the prominent galleries here. The sun beats down on the area’s paved interior and it’s a relief to duck into Mihai Nicodim’s...
