Ask any woman who’s got a male hockey fan in the house and they’ll tell you — the second that frozen puck hits the ice, the rest of the world becomes meaningless. Guys follow the puck with the unblinking focus of race dogs chasing a metal rabbit, breaking their concentration only long enough to grab another beer. A bevy of naked supermodels could walk past …
British fashion media impresario Nick Knight is renowned for his avante garde collaborations, but his latest shoot provided a unique challenge: finding a new perspective on some of the world’s most-photographed women.
She’s got a puzzled look on her face, like she’s trying to size you up. Unsmiling and unimpressed, her piercing gaze is searching for substance beneath the surface.
She also seems a bit annoyed, as though you’re distracting her from something more important than being, well, merely the object of your attention. This is a girl who doesn’t need anyone’s approval.
Dylan Thomas was one of the great rascals of 20th Century literature, a drunk and a brawler and a philanderer who tested the loyalties and the sanity of everyone in his substantial orbit. He was, however, the century’s most beloved and flamboyant poet, and to this day I can’t read Fern Hill without getting choked up by its propulsive energy and stunning insight.
It’s a well-earned boost for the artisanal Made-in-NYC label, which is known for its colorful geometric patterns and for hand-dyeing its garments.