Sunday, March 7, 2010

Marlee Matlin says my book "should not be missed"


Oscar-winning deaf actress Marlee Matlin was kind enough to say these words about "Kicking Up Dirt", the book I co-authored with Ashley Fiolek.

“Ashley Fiolek’s incredible story perfectly embodies the adage ‘the only thing that deaf people can’t do is hear.’ Fiolek is an inspiration to anyone who has a barrier to overcome. My hands are waving in the air, and I’m screaming for her; this book should not be missed.”
—Marlee Matlin

And here's the publisher's blurb:

Called “a crusader for gender equity in her sport” by the New York Times, 2008 Women’s Motocross Champion Ashley Fiolek’s inspiring memoir about her life-long deafness, her triumph over adversity, her rise to the top of her male-dominated extreme sport, and how her family and Christian faith helped her get there. Fans of motocross and extreme sports, as well as readers who enjoyed memoirs such as Bethany Hamilton’s Soul Surfer, will be inspired by Kicking Up Dirt.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

My girl power "Cameron vs Bigelow" Oscars story for ARTINFO.com


This is for www.artinfo.com
I'll post the link when I get it! Check out the site!


And the Best Actor Oscar Goes To: James Cameron
By Caroline Ryder

This year’s Oscars telecast may actually be worth watching this year, if only to see the look on “Avatar” director James Cameron’s face when his former spouse Kathryn Bigelow walks away with the statuette for best directing—a groundbreaking first for any female director. It’s a look he will surely be practicing in the mirror as we near the March 7 ceremony.

“Just relax James. Smile. Wait, wait…too much teeth—that looks psycho—maybe just half a smile. Yeah, that’s good. A Mona Lisa smile, a supportive nod and maybe I’ll punch the air. I gotta at least look happy for the bitch.”

If James Cameron manages to feign at least some semblance of joy on Oscars night, then truly, it will be the performance of the year.

A pouting Kanye West to Bigelow’s composed Taylor Swift, Cameron was among the first to cattily whisper that if Bigelow does win the directing Oscar for her film The Hurt Locker, then it’s probably because she’s a girl—not because her film is any good.

“I would say that it’s an irresistible opportunity for the Academy to anoint a female director for the first time,” he told MTV. “I would say that’s, you know, a very strong probability,” adding that, of course, “I will be cheering when that happens.”

(Maybe he’s been practicing his cheer in the mirror too.)

“I already got my statues,” he continued. “I don’t feel greedy or needy in that way.”
Really? Because it’s obvious that James Cameron, who doth protest way too much, really needs his name to be in that envelope.

Which looks highly unlikely.

Having already scooped up the DGA and BAFTA directing awards (both of them reliable indicators of how the Oscars will unfold), the 58-year old Bigelow does indeed look poised to become the first woman in history to smash Hollywood’s directorial glass ceiling. This will be a huge victory not just for women, but for American cinema—so long as the media desists from entertaining the bitchy, Cameron-supported notion that Bigelow’s gender is eclipsing her actual talent, and that the Academy, should it award her the Oscar, is merely throwing women directors a bone.

Instead, on Oscars night America should celebrate, and allow Cameron’s “War of the Roses”-meets-“Mean Girls” campaign to sink, Titanic-like, to the bottom of the ocean bed, where it belongs.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Jennifer Herrema / LA Times


Jennifer Herrema from RTX got in touch with me last week because she is doing a denim line with Volcom, and they chose one of my quotes from a story I wrote about her to appear in the lookbook or ad campaign (I'm not sure which). The words I used were "Jennifer Herrema is an underground rock and fashion icon you need to know about", or something like that. Damn right!
Anyway it was great to reconnect with her, and now it looks like I'm gonna write a story about her for the LA Times, and maybe work on some other projects.
I first met her about 2 or 3 years ago at the Penny Ante warehouse show downtown where RTX performed at 2 in the morning...a cross between Marc Bolan (style), Brigitte Bardot (face) and Wendy O'Williams (growl), she restored my faith in womankind.
Check out RTX's music here. (I like "The Last Ride").

Michael Hsiung drawing for my poem


The AWESOME artist Michael Hsiung is almost done drawing this bison to accompany a poem I wrote.

The bison is a primary character in the poem. Mike gave the bison a peg leg, which is a genius move on his part.

Watch the awesome video Greg Roman shot about Michael here.

And while we're talking poetry, here is Mike's bio, taken from his web page:

"Michael C Hsiung is characterized by: large mustache (one of the few remaining facially hairy Asians surviving today) with all of the species capable of reaching one ton or more in weight; herbivorous diet; and a thin yellow protective skin, 1.5-5 cm thick, formed from layers of collagen positioned in a lattice structure; and a relatively small brain for a mammal of his size (400-600g). . Michael is prized for its mustache, sometimes his art. Not a true mustache, it is made of thickly matted hair that grows from the skull without skeletal support. Michael has acute hearing and sense of smell, but poor eyesight over any distance. Michael C. Hsiung will probably live to be about 50 years old or more."

Liz McGrath feature for Juxtapoz


Liz McGrath contributed some beautiful artworks for the Juxtapoz 15th anniversary auction, and on Juxtapoz.com's auction page they excerpted the feature story I wrote about her a few years back.
You can read it here.
I'm still trying to find the whole story online, without luck...although I have the original print copy and it was indeed a beautiful spread. Liz's story, like her work (and her soul), is the stuff of fairy tales.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Rich Colman's drawing for my story, It's Casual























My fave artist in the whole world, Richard Colman, created this genius illustration for a short story I wrote.

The story is called It's Casual, and it is about lusty dolphins.

I read it at the Hyperion Tavern a few weeks ago and I'm still polishing it up.

I'm not quite ready to post it here, but I thought you might like to see the illustration, which gives you an idea of what the story is about.

Thanks, Richard! xxx

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Moped Renaissance--my story in the LA Times


It's sunset on a Tuesday and members of L.A.'s biggest moped gang, the Latebirds, have gathered at Choke, a Silver Lake shop, for their weekly ride. They lean against their motorized steeds -- Tomos, Puchs, Motobecanes and Peugeots -- on the sidewalk, brooding, smoking and shooting the breeze, looking cooler than Bob Dylan and his Triumph Bonneville. They are artists, would-be novelists, bike messengers, stylists, a mortician and the intermittently employed; twenty- and thirtysomethings for whom riding and restoring vintage 1970s mopeds has become a lifestyle. Some call them "dirt wizards," but their casual-yet-carefully wrought aesthetic -- raw skinny denim, Vans and mucho plaid -- betrays undeniable hipster leanings.

They're joined by members of other, more recently formed gangs, the LA Tigers, the Woolly Bullies and the HalfWits. Cruising through the hills and canyons of Los Angeles County, 15 to 50 of them at a time, they fall just short of magnificent, thanks to the tinny, high-pitched "waaaa" of their 50cc engines -- a migraine-inducing whine that's less "Easy Rider" than it is "angry chain saw."

"You can't take someone on a moped that seriously," says Steve Acevedo, a member of the LA Tigers. "And we don't take ourselves that seriously. That's the whole point -- it's all about having fun."

http://www.latimes.com/features/image/la-ig-moped8-2009nov08,0,298975.story

Friday, October 23, 2009

My story on the band It's Casual...out in the LA Weekly now!


Coming to An Off-Ramp Near You: It’s Casual

Like most Angelenos, Eddie Solis is pissed about the traffic on the 101. Unlike most Angelenos, Eddie Solis writes songs about being pissed about the traffic on the 101.
Solis’ band, an impossibly loud punk/hardcore duo called It’s Casual, addresses transit issues with a bone-crushing urgency hitherto unmatched in the realm of urban planning. Imagine Henry Rollins at a City Council Transportation Committee meeting, all neck veins and municipal outrage, and you begin to get the picture.
On stage, Solis’ eyes bulge amid a shock of curly hair, his throat emitting the collective war cry of a million frustrated commuters.
“Los Angeles! There’s too many people! I want them to go away!”
His isn’t the Los Angeles of Priuses, Pilates and brunch; his is the Los Angeles of undocumented immigrants, hardcore music, and waiting for the bus. Now, after nearly ten years of ceaseless yelling, looks like It’s Casual’s bus has finally arrived.

Read it here.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Get to The Choppa! Austrian Death Machine for Hurley.com


As a lifelong Arnie devotee, I was nothing short of orgasmic when I learned there was a death metal band whose entire œuvre is inspired by the cinematic work of Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Songs include "I Am A Cybernetic Organism, Living Tissue Over (Metal) Endoskeleton", "Screw You (Benny)" (remember that asshole taxi driver in "Total Recall"?), and of course my personal favorite "Get to Tha Choppa", inspired by a key moment in "Predator".
Austrian Death Machine's stage show is like porn for Arni fans--Tim Lambedis screams his vocals, backed up by a masked Ahhhnold character who brings enough Austrian accent for an entire Okotoberfest.
The bass player looks like a gay T-1000 in cop aviator glasses and blue shorts, and occasionally, an actual Predator might make its way on stage.
I interviewed Lambedis this morning and we spent some time discussing wherether Linda Hamilton was hotter in the first or second Terminator, and why "Pumping Iron", the 1975 documentary featuring a young and very dumb Arnie is a must-see.
I'll post the link to my story on Austrian Death Machine when it runs.

Monday, October 12, 2009

RIP Brendan Mullen...acid house forever



































(I wrote this for Urb.com)

LA punk impresario, storyteller and ‘Mad Scot’ Brendan Mullen was one of those guys who had been around forever--so you kinda assumed he would stick around forever, too.
Founder of LA’s first punk rock club The Masque in 1977, Brendan created a perfectly dysfunctional home for LA’s nascent punk rock subculture, grimy headquarters for bands like The Germs, The Weirdos, The Bags, X, and so many others who would come to define the West Coast punk sound.
Amid the chaos, the ODs, and the flashes of genius that made up the scene, there was always Brendan, a free-spirited Scotsman and troublemaker who survived the chaos and, amazingly, managed to remember nearly all of it.
Mullen’s ability to recall in minute detail events that took place decades ago made him LA’s unofficial punk rock historian, and he would go on to author several books about the scene: “ We Got the Neutron Bomb: the Untold Story of L.A. Punk” (with Marc Spitz), “Lexicon Devil: the Life and Times of Darby Crash and the Germs” (with Don Bolles & Adam Parfrey), “Whores: an oral biography of Perry Farrell and Jane's Addiction”, and then “Live at the Masque 77-79. Nightmare in Punk Alley. A Visual Recollection” (with Roger Gastman).
When he died of a massive stroke on October 12, 2009 aged 60, the overwhelming sentiment among LA’s music community was one of shock—Brendan had told many, many stories, but there were still so many more we expected to hear.
We became friends in 2006 when I helped him out with The Masque book. We decided to throw an acid house party at the Hyperion Tavern--his collection of rare 1980's British rave music was unmatched. The event was a success, although no-one but he and I seemed to enjoy the music. He ended up placating the bar owners with some punk vinyl instead. The photo is of he and I on that night.
A couple days before his death he came over to my house for a cup of tea and seemed energetic and enthusiastic as ever, telling stories from obscure MC5 shows and looking forward to his future projects. He had been writing the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ biography, and was working on what he hoped would be the ultimate punk rock thesis, establishing once and for all when the scene was born. And he revealed, with a sigh, that after nearly 40 years in LA, he was planning to relinquish his British passport and become a naturalized American citizen.
In the end, he never got a chance--Brendan Mullen travels to the great punk gig in the sky with his British passport clearly intact and a lot of stories left to tell.
I'm sure he and his old friend Darby Crash have plenty of catching up to do.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

GWAR feature for Dazed and Confused magazine


Before Matthew Barney’s Cremaster Cycle, before the twisted Guns ‘n Roses album art of Robert Williams, before HR Giger’s sinewy aliens and before the WWF, there was GWAR—a troupe of crack-addicted, heavy-metal extra-terrestrials, who, beneath their grotesque rubber and latex costumes remain among the most hopelessly underappreciated art school drop-outs of our time.

In a career spanning 25 gory years, GWAR has never had a radio hit, yet their meticulously-wrought horror movie aesthetic, DIY art-punk philosophy and anarchist leanings have inspired and amused countless artists and musicians, paving the way for shock rock acts like Marilyn Manson, Slipknot, White Zombie and Lordi.

Al Jourgensen of Ministry claims GWAR “changed his life”. Legendary “Alien” movie artist HR Giger was so blown away by GWAR he invited the whole band to his house, and goes to see them play each time they visit Switzerland. Dead Kennedys frontman Jello Biafra has repeatedly allowed himself to be “killed” on stage by GWAR, and Debbie Harry once gifted the band an axe, upon which she’d scrawled “keep on hacking”. But despite their devoted hardcore of fans and admirers (2000 or so diehard GWAR fans calling themselves ‘Bohabs’ follow the band to each show), success has always remained tantalizingly out of GWAR’s reach.

The reason? They’re gross.

Read my lengthy analysis of the mighty GWAR in Dazed And Confused magazine, coming out in December.

GWAR is also playing the House of Blues in LA in mid November...see you there.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Meeting with a guru: read my story in the LA Times soon!


I am writing a story for the LA Times about Sadhguru, an Indian mystic who I met a few weeks ago at a very special dinner, at Anjelica Huston's house. That's me with him, at the dinner. I felt honored to be invited, and brought my friend Steffie Nelson. Anjelica brought her friends--Oliver Stone, Jacqueline Bisset, Lauren Hutton...Rosario Dawson, Radha Mitchell and Mark Forster were at our 'young uns' table, and everyone seemed fired up from what the visiting sage had to say.
Sadhguru is a big deal in India--crowds of half a million people are common at his public addresses. That night he reminded us of some basic truths--namely that everything we feel, our entire experience of "life" occurs in our minds. Happiness, sadness, fulfillment, loss--these are emotional responses occurring within our brains, emotional responses that are often entirely at the whim of outside circumstance. Detachment from those things allows ultimate engagement in the joy of being alive. Or something like that. He has a technique called Isha Yoga that I will learn at his three day retreat in a few weeks.
After the dinner, I told him I was writing a story about him for the LA Times. I had some questions. We were both catching planes the following day (he to South East Asia, me to Richmond Virginia to meet GWAR) , so he suggested we meet in the morning and play a few rounds of golf. In the end, I met him by the beach in Santa Monica and we talked for an hour.
"Do you prefer shackles of gold or shackles of steel?" he asked.
Duh, gold.
He shook his head.
"At least with steel shackles, you want to break free sooner. Steel shackles are much easier to escape than gold."
I told him that if I'm gonna be shackled, I better be lookin good, in some diamond and gold shackles. He laughed.
Then I told him I was planning to buy a 1972 Mercedes, and he shook his head. "Oh you're going to spend more time under that than in it."
Guru with sense of humor who knows about cars! I'm sold.
I'll post a link to the Times story when it comes out...

Friday, August 21, 2009

My story about Vogue's first black cover model, in the LA Times

Beverly Johnson recalls her Vogue cover

In August 1974, she became the first black woman to be featured on the front of the magazine.

Beverly Johnson was a 21-year-old ingenue sleeping on a mattress on the floor of her midtown Manhattan apartment when she went into the photo studio with legendary photographer Francesco Scavullo 35 years ago this month.

The atmosphere, she remembers, was "magical." "You could kind of feel it in the air during the shoot," says Johnson. "I knew it was going to be a good picture."

But the rising model was stunned when she learned that an image from the session -- of her in a simple, powder blue sweater and a Mona Lisa smile -- would become the cover of Vogue in August 1974, making her the magazine's first black cover model.

Read the rest here.

Monday, August 3, 2009

My LA Times story about low brow art and Hurley


225 Forest shows Hurley's commitment to lowbrow art

Retail and street art go forward together at 225 Forest, where Hurley and others brands are secondary to the subculture.
By Caroline Ryder
August 2, 2009
Another day, another concept store -- except that 225 Forest, a new Laguna Beach youth lifestyle boutique carrying Hurley, Nike ID and Converse wares, feels more like a street artist's workshop than a retail space.

The muted facade, devoid of any obvious signage, barely hints at what the space might be that houses this collaboration by the three brands. Step inside and, yes, there's merchandise, but it plays second fiddle to art and the making of art. The store's top floor is dominated by sophisticated screen-printing machinery where patrons can decorate their swimwear with motifs by well-known street artists. Walls are covered with wheat-pasted, cartoony icons by Jason Maloney, Hurley's in-house art ambassador. You can design your own Nike ID or Converse shoes at the store. And then there's the immense centerpiece, a 22-foot-high painting by skater/fine artist James Marshall, aka Dalek, a former assistant to Takashi Murakami who has deep roots in the lowbrow art movement. His painting -- a kaleidoscopic abstract comprising meticulously rendered shards of color -- cascades from skylight to floor. It is the largest free-standing piece of Dalek's career and, without doubt, the focal point of 225 Forest -- more so than the actual merchandise, perhaps.

READ THE REST HERE:

http://www.latimes.com/features/lifestyle/la-ig-hurley2-2009aug02,0,3480497.story

Friday, June 19, 2009

Metal Mania: My Story About The Band 'Holy Grail' for the LA Weekly


Who the Hell Is Holy Grail?

An L.A. metal band with songs about “chicks, Vikings, ex-chicks, being tough, macho/machismo, FEMA, Fabio, Conan, rad dinosaurs, UFOs and Bilderberg Group,” that’s who

By Caroline Ryder

published: June 04, 2009

The aroma of burning goat flesh permeates the night air as five kids clad in denim, leather and studs take to the stage. Their name: Sorcerer. Their mission: the resurrection of metal.

It feels a little like Ozzfest in the Echo Park backyard of Laurel Stearns, a former Capitol Records A&R lady and manager who had happened upon the band with the stereotypically metal name a few weeks prior. She had an A&R moment — that “feeling” — and invited them to play at her Sunday goat roast. This will be their fifth show ever. A gaggle of music-industry types look on, dumbfounded, as the pitch-perfect power-metal screams of lead singer James de la Luna explode the heavens, causing dogs to whimper and startled neighbors to peer over garden walls. Guitarists James J. LaRue and Eli Santana emerge from clouds of dry ice, backlit and majestic, furiously harmonizing like latter-day Eddie Van Halens, high-speed arpeggios shooting from their electric fingers like bolts of proverbial lightning. Their gigantic bass player, Blake “B.A.M.” Mount, grimaces in the background while drummer Tyler Meahl pounds like a meth-addicted monkey. Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.

By the time we meet again, the band has signed with Prosthetic Records (Lamb of God, All That Remains), which will be releasing its debut EP this summer. It’ll feature two original songs plus two Judas Priest covers. And, in true metal tradition, the band has already undergone a name change, from Sorcerer to Holy Grail. (Apparently, there were a few too many Sorcerers in the kitchen — a 1970s band and an electronica DJ, both of whom, as one band member put it, were refusing to “pass on the scepter.” Not that Holy Grail is much of an improvement, judging by MySpace.)

Holy Grail’s songs have Dark Agey, testosterone-dipped names like “Fight to Kill,” “Immortal Man” and “Valhalla Calling.” Their thematic oeuvre spans “Chicks, Vikings, Ex-Chicks, Being Tough, Macho/Machismo, FEMA, Fabio, Conan, Rad Dinosaurs, UFOs and Bilderberg Group.” Imagine Wyld Stallions with actual chops. LaRue’s motto is “a thousand scales for a thousand days.”

Blond/brunette creative duo LaRue and Luna (known as “James Squared” to their friends) are the primary songwriters. From an “elite school of San Diego shredders,” LaRue is the romantic, arpeggio-obsessed blond. “Have you heard the steel foundries, have you seen the fucking factories?” he marvels, when I tell them I have been to Birmingham, England, birthplace of heavy metal. “Have you been to the Euphrates? Have you seen the Tigris?” continues LaRue (he rides a bicycle and shares a bedroom with drummer Tyler, and is clearly ready for Holy Grail’s world tour). Luna is the sweet-cheeked Warrior-Next-Door, replete with tousled fashionista mullet and the resonant lungs of a Stradivarius. He hails from Pasadena — birthplace of Van Halen — and he can’t step outside his door these days without someone telling him how they used to hang with the Halen. “Everyone in Pasadena has a Van Halen party story,” he says.

A former choirboy, 26-year-old Luna worships metal screamers like Klaus Meine (Scorpions), Rob Halford (Judas Priest), Ian Gillian (Deep Purple) and Sean Harris (Diamond Head), and his own high-octane performance style is inspired by the stage antics of David Lee Roth and James Brown. What got him into high-pitched vocals was listening to Glenn Hughes (Deep Purple, Trapeze), “one of those underrated hard-rock singers no one ever talks about. He did these power-metal screams live at California Jam in 1974 when he was a bassist and backing vocalist for Deep Purple, and made Coverdale [Deep Purple’s lead vocalist] look like Bret Michaels — it was that gnarly.” Later Luna heard Judas Priest’s Painkiller album, and that “sealed the deal for me.” Now he hones what he terms his “diaphragmatic power” with vocal coaching and warm-up scales — although the real secret to his falsetto is, he says, “in the pants.”

Luna, along with LaRue and Tyler, was in the retro-metal revivalist outfit White Wizzard until a semi-amicable split last year. Burned but not jaded, they segued into Sorcerer with a uniquely alchemical mission: to melt down their favorite metal (Sabbath, Priest, Scorpions) and birth a new metal ore. Whether they’re entirely new-sounding is debatable; it’s their look, their drive and their talent that could propel Holy Grail to realms beyond the existing, tight-knit metal scene.

“We’re like deviled eggs,” suggests guitarist Eli Santana when we meet a few weeks later, at another metal barbecue. Gentle and perpetually smiling, he lives on his friend’s couch in Playa del Rey, and was recently fired from his job at Starbucks for insulting an early-morning customer. (“It’s a shame. I really took pride in my foam,” he sighs.)

So Holy Grail is like deviled eggs?

“Yeah,” he says. “We took the core of what metal was and then we took the egg out and we put all this paprika in and we made it all fucking fancy and guess what? It’s deviled eggs.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. The egg is the metal. And the devil is us — something completely new that the egg didn’t even think it was going to become. We’re the devil within the egg.”

Despite its meticulously wrought Megadeth-meets–Early Man aesthetic, Holy Grail — unlike the farcical Metal Skool or some posturing Brooklyn speed-metalists — is 100 percent nonironic about its shredding. More accessible than modern-day metal purists (like Helvetets Port, Cauldron and White Wizzard, for example), it’s not solely trying to champion the old metal ways; like Bill and Ted, these young sorcerers come “from the past and the future,” says Luna, adding that “heavy metal is shunned by people who don’t listen to metal. People who think heavy metal is dead are dead.” LaRue’s two cents: “As much as the dinosaurs exist today as birds, classical music exists today as metal. It will never die.”

Indeed, if there’s any realistic hope for a mainstream metal revival beyond the enduring success of Metallica and other dinosaurs, perhaps the young warriors of Holy Grail could be it. The evidence is there, from the Paris catwalks through to the success of metal documentary Anvil, the public at large is showing its willingness to re-embrace the metal. And like Black Sabbath, who rose to dark dominion in the direct wake of the flower-power movement, Holy Grail — attractive, talented and tight as the pants they love to wear — could indeed provide a perfectly timed antidote to the indie-folk glut of today. Just look at them — evolved, Obama-friendly metalheads deeply in touch with their feelings. “Have you ever been so overwhelmed with emotion that you wanted to say a million words, but couldn’t?” asks Santana, as the heavy-metal barbecue draws to a close. “To me, that’s the meaning of shred: being able to say every single one of those words, as fast as you can.”

And, believe it or not, there’s a tear in his fucking eye.

Monday, May 18, 2009

My new secret blog...and the first post on it

I wrote something super quickly today, as requested by my friend Charon Nogues who is participating in the Echo Park Tv.com project.
The theme was "moving" and the piece had to be around one minute long.
My piece was totally two minutes long, and about ink blobs.
Read it here, and say hi to my new blog, the creatively-named Caroline's Words, which will feature all the finished (or half-finished) fiction and poetry stuff I'm too shy to post here.
Blobs rule!
http://carolineryderswords.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

My Gael Garcia Bernal cover story for Paper mag is out now!


I was so excited to write a cover story for Paper mag, about none other than the supremely talented actor Gael Garcia Bernal.
Some blog made fun of me for "having a boner" for Gael. Yeah, well, so what if I do? He's rad.

For Paper magazine's Beautiful People issue- Tiffany Campbell


Tiffany Campbell's movie about lady ocean-farers, Dear & Yonder, is about to break -- and it ain't no Blue Crush. "We made this film because women surfers wanted something broader-reaching," says Campbell, who lives in the mountains above Santa Cruz with her husband, surf artist-filmmaker Thomas Campbell. "Women -- we connect with our sport differently," she adds. "And when we watch surf films, we want to get a more in-depth view of who these people really are." Two years in the making, Dear & Yonder traces the history of women's surfing and features pro girls like Coco Ho, Silvana Lima and reigning world champion Stephanie Gilmore -- and follows them as they long board, short board and body surf, both at home (dear) and around the world (yonder).

The film also features lesser-known but nonetheless noteworthy sea creatures such as body-surfer-geophysicist Judith Sheridan from the Bay Area, and "Cap'n" Liz Clark, who is currently sailing the world, pirate-style, chasing breaks. "So many women lose their dream of surfing as they become older and have families," says Campbell. "We're trying to show that you can have everything you want, and still surf." Campbell made the film with her friend, Andria Lessler, through the production company she owns with her twin sister, Nicole Young. The company, Villa Villa Cola, shares the same name of Pippi Longstocking's house (Villa Villekulle), and while Longstocking may not be known for her wave shredding, she's one of Campbell's biggest inspirations: "She's the independent headstrong little girl we always wanted to be." Dear & Yonder comes out on DVD in August.
CAROLINE RYDER

Friday, April 24, 2009

For LA Times Image: Sometimes It's Hard To Be A Fashion Student


Fashion forward

After months of sketching and sewing, students at Otis College take their designs to the runway. The hoped-for outcome? A job.
By Caroline Ryder

April 26, 2009

Davy Yang, 21, peers at the models sashaying down the Otis College runway in his carefully wrought designs -- an arresting yellow swimsuit that swirls on the hipbone with fabric trailing down the back, and a blue jumpsuit with an eye-catching rust-colored scarf -- garments that took two full semesters of sketching, stitching and adjusting to perfect.

Squinting through a crack in the wall backstage, Yang, a junior in the college's grueling fashion design program, critiques his work, aloof as a master couturier. "I was a little disappointed," he says afterward. In fact, he's always a little disappointed -- such is life in fashion, apparently.

"Every fashion designer is on this pursuit of perfection," says the waifish Yang, who describes his designs -- and his own personality -- as "dramatic." "I don't know if it happens in other fields as well, but I think in fashion you never stop. There's never a point when you're done, and it's perfect."

There is a point, though, when the "imperfect" student work honed over many months is paraded down a catwalk and judged in a contest with "jump-start a new career" as its prize. The lead-up to the big event is the show Yang is watching on April 9, a revue of nearly 200 looks that are sized up by industry professionals, many of them Otis alumni, then winnowed to the 175 pieces that will be shown at a scholarship benefit gala Saturday at the Beverly Hilton hotel.

That final show -- the school bills it as "the biggest runway show in Los Angeles" -- is attended by fashionistas, media moguls and Hollywood starlets, and its culmination is the presentation of the Silver Thimble Award, the Otis College of Art and Design's equivalent of an Oscar, to a handful of top students.

The competition is intense, and this year's seniors, weeks away from entering the least favorable job market in decades, are keenly aware that a Silver Thimble -- or even a noteworthy garment in the show -- could vastly improve their chances of scoring that all-important first job. In the last three years, John Varvatos, Nike and Monique Lhuillier have all hired top-ranking students to become assistant designers.

Tough love

If it all sounds a bit like "Project Runway," Otis fashion department chair Rosemary Brantley wouldn't disagree. In fact, in the program, "every day feels like 'Project Runway,' " she says. Rejection, criticism, creative compromise, beleaguered budgets -- woes that all designers must face in the real world -- are part of each student's daily diet. And the ones who make it through the four intense undergrad years (many drop out, overwhelmed by the workload) emerge resilient and primed for an increasingly unforgiving fashion industry.

Like apprentice Navy Seals armed with sewing machines, the survivors seem thicker-skinned than most, and unburdened by glamorous illusions about what life as a fashion designer is really about.

Brantley, Otis' salt-of-the-earth matriarch and resident "Tim Gunn," believes a little tough love goes a long way in preparing her charges for the challenges ahead, making them ready for jobs as assistant designers -- rather than interns -- immediately upon graduation.

Underpinning this "real world" style of education is Otis' mentor program, which has students spending much of their junior and senior years constructing a handful of garments under the guidance of high-profile industry gurus, visiting wizards who have included Isaac Mizrahi, Bob Mackie, Francisco Costa, Varvatos and Isabel Toledo.

This year's mentors are typically stellar -- Lhuillier, Badgley Mischka and Todd Oldham are among them, as are designers from multimillion-dollar brands such as Cosabella, Hurley, Anthropologie and Ed Hardy. Each gives the students an assignment -- broadly, to create looks that fit the mentor's aesthetic -- and the fledgling designers have until showtime to complete it. "The students have a very unnatural relationship with these garments," Brantley says. "They have literally used their rent money to buy their fabric. Often, they've been carrying around these dresses and living with them."

Senior Ila Erickson, 22, was so involved with her garments that the servers at her local bar expressed surprise when she didn't come in holding one of her Monique Lhuillier or Alabama Chanin projects. "It's nonstop," says the flame-haired, soft-spoken Erickson, who grew up on a ranch in Montana and plans to have her own line one day.

Her Monique Lhuillier garment, a complex 1940s-inspired gown made of thin, hand-sewn strips, individually draped, drew nods of approval from the audience at the April 9 show. "Doing the show put us all under lots of pressure, but it's great motivation to do the work and meet the deadlines," she says. And working on one or two big garments as opposed to several smaller projects was beneficial, she adds. "You really learn," she says. "You become completely immersed in the process, and are forced to learn every step in how something comes together."

John Cherpas, vice president of design at Hurley, the surf-skate line, believes the focus on creating pieces in time for the end-of-year show helps students get a sense of the deadlines involved in being a fashion designer. "In the initial stages, being youthful and artistic tends to make you not want to follow a calendar," says Cherpas, a mentor who watched the preliminary show with other Hurley executives. "But being creative isn't always enough -- you have to be creative under the gun."

Well-rounded designer

Patricia Marquis of Cosabella, who mentored a junior class this year, agrees. "In these times, it's not just enough to be a designer. They have to be more rounded and understand who they are designing for -- and that's not always just themselves."

Nicole Guice, 22, a willowy, impossibly pretty senior who models part time to make ends meet, created looks for Otis mentors Morgane Le Fay and Badgley Mischka. Her Badgley Mischka dress, a glamorous "slinky siren" 1930s-inspired gown, underwent some last-minute alterations, but she was happy with the results. "I had some major changes after the show, but they were for the best," she says. "It's exactly what I had envisioned the direction to be."

Guice, who grew up in Highland Park and now lives in Altadena with her family, says she never could have afforded school were it not for her extracurricular modeling. "I was so fortunate to have that. My cards played out for me."

Shortly after the juried show, she learned that one of her dresses -- not the Badgley Mischka dress that had proven such a challenge, but an ethereal Morgane Le Fay number -- would be among the 25 looks this year that wouldn't be making it to the Beverly Hilton.

Difficult as the rejection may be, Brantley says, it's all part of the process. "Sometimes, people forget that fashion design is really hard," she says. Shows like "Project Runway" sometimes leave people starry-eyed about the fashion industry, and the multitudes of Christian Siriano wannabes should be aware of what they're getting themselves into before picking up needle and thread, she says. But she adds that with enough hard work, "there's always a chance. And that's why we're here -- to work them so hard they find out if they've really got what it takes."

Jorge Munoz, whose dramatic black leather and organza Monique Lhuillier gown was one of the most striking senior looks, said he was just grateful to have made it into the big show. "A couple of people I know have been eliminated, and I tell them at the end of the day it's the same for all fashion designers, big or small -- one season they get really good reviews and then the next, nobody likes their stuff. It's part of the business."

Munoz, who looks as though he could've stepped out of a Dior Homme ad campaign, was one of the few students who modeled during the jury show as well as designed clothes for it. His turn on the catwalk was extremely successful -- not only did he draw loud cheers from the audience, but the ensemble he modeled also went on to score highest in its category. He's been invited back to model in the gala show and is more than happy to explore his newfound talent. "Maybe I should model my own clothes," he mused.

Munoz, like all his classmates, was on tenterhooks Friday, when Brantley gathered together all the fashion design students and revealed which ones would be collecting Silver Thimbles. (The thimbles are awarded based on the votes of the mentors, each of whom received a DVD of the show.) Only four were selected -- among them Erickson, who, along with her design partner Margaux Solano, won for the strappy Monique Lhuillier dress she had been dragging around. ("Monique [Lhuillier] absolutely loved it," said a rep for the school). And Yang, the perfectionist who is constantly "disappointed" with his work -- he'll be taking home a thimble too. His mentor, Rod Beattie, of swimwear company La Blanca, advises Yang to give himself a break. "He's very young and he doesn't have confidence yet," Beattie says. "But honestly, he's one of the most talented young students I have ever worked with."

Beattie has told Yang that as soon as he graduates next year, he should hop a plane to Paris and try his luck among the big guns -- despite that tendency toward self-criticism. "Anybody who is talented and creative is constantly questioning what they do," Beattie says. "I constantly question what I do -- maybe not quite as openly as Davy -- but at the end of the day, self-doubt is just part of the process."

And for one sweet moment, so is winning.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

HarperCollins book deal!


HarperCollins' youth/street culture imprint It Books is publishing the book I'm writing about teen motocross star Ashley Fiolek! The book will come out in summer 2010!
I first came in to contact with Ashley about a year and a half ago, when I interviewed her for Paper magazine (big love to Paper managing ed Rebecca Carroll for setting that up!). Her story blew my mind and I knew I wanted to get much deeper in to it. Early this year, I connected with an agent at Endeavor and when I told him about Ashley, he thought it would make a great book too.
I worked like crazy to get a proposal together with the help of Ashley and her superhuman mom, Roni. Two weeks after we sent the proposal to New York, the book sold!
Ashley's story is really special and we're all super excited to be sharing it with the rest of the world. Thanks to a few people who helped make this happen: Kirby Kim, Sarah Tomlinson, Kate Hamill, Rebecca Carroll, and Debbie Adler for letting me crash on her couch in New York.
Click here to read the New York Times article about Ashley--it'll help you understand why she's such an extraordinary person. Now I guess I better get to work...
PS: I met my editor at HarperC in New York last week and she told me our book will come out alongside Spinal Tap's long awaited memoir. Sweeeeet!

On the cover of LA Times IMAGE: My story about Hannah Montana and tween fashion


Clean-cut, wholesome and decidedly demure. Look at the ultra-Disneyfied costumes in this month's "Hannah Montana" movie and you'll see the latest reflection of the accelerating shift toward more parent-friendly tween fashions.

Forget Britney-era bling 'n' bras or clingy American Apparel spandex -- 16-year-old "Hannah Montana" star Miley Cyrus wasn't even allowed to wear leggings while the cameras were rolling. Spaghetti straps were verboten, as were bare bellies, micro minis, one-shouldered tanks and anything resembling a camisole.

In part the decision was a pragmatic one aimed at keeping Cyrus connected with "Hannah Montana's" 6- to 14-year-old tween demographic, even as the actress herself moves beyond it. "We wanted her to look as natural, normal and neutral as possible in most of the film -- hair and makeup of course, but especially costumes," says director Peter Chelsom.

Veering away from "Hannah Montana's" garish TV get-ups, as well as Cyrus' increasingly grown-up off-camera style (remember her glittering, somewhat stately, scalloped Zuhair Murad couture gown for this year's Oscars red carpet? Not your average 16-year-old's party dress), he and the film's costume designer, Christopher Lawrence, dialed down their young star's look.

The goal was to clearly differentiate between Miley Stewart, the carefree girl in the "Hannah Montana" franchise (and alter ego of its flashy fictional pop star), and Miley Cyrus, the real-life star whose brand is valued around $1 billion. And they were mindful of the impact of "Hannah's" style, which plays out in a vast array of branded apparel, not to mention body shimmer, guitar picks and even a "Hannah Montana" ceiling fan ($99.95 from Disney's shopping site). "Miley Cyrus is a role model for young girls," Lawrence says. "And that's something we took very seriously."

Movies set in the present day tend to feature store-bought looks, but Lawrence knew that the clean-cut, Hayley Mills-inspired image he wanted for his star would be a tough find in Abercrombie & Fitch, Limited Too or American Eagle Outfitters, stores that are popular among tween and teen shoppers.

"When you go out shopping for young girls, colors are acidy and fabrics are clingy," he says. "You see lots of spandex cotton, tank tops and spaghetti straps, really short skirts and tight jeans. Some of this stuff is way inappropriate." With that in mind, he made nearly all the costumes himself. (Original costumes were also necessary for licensing reasons, as several are being re-created in miniature for new "Hannah Montana" dolls.)

Lawrence brainstormed with fashion designer Nony Tochterman, founder of the House of Petro Zillia label and boutique on 3rd Street, known for its uber-feminine, whimsical designs. Then he went away and created a series of guilt-free, girly looks -- coquettish Carrie Bradshaw-esque outfits for the glamorous Hannah Montana character, and rustic "Little House on the Prairie" get-ups for girl-beneath-the-star Miley Stewart. "Feminine, pretty clothes -- but the kind a girl can still climb a tree in," Lawrence explains.

Like a ruffled powder-pink dress with a bow and ruffled skirt, for instance, paired with a Chanel-inspired mini jacket for Hannah Montana's Rodeo Drive shopping moment. The most memorable of the film's looks -- a demure-yet-punky white cocktail dress that channels Audrey Hepburn in "Sabrina" -- was worn with a mini cardigan to cover the actress' pale shoulders.

When the Hannah Montana character quits L.A. for Nashville, reverting to her Miley Stewart persona, we see her in an array of country girl looks -- and not the haughty Ralph Lauren equestrian kind. Think down-home plaid shirts, sweet '70s-style prairie skirts worn with Frye boots, and denim tight enough to be trendy, but that always flares to a practical boot cut.

The most risqué get-up in the entire movie is a slinky sheath dress covered in multicolored paillettes, conjuring images of the Studio 54 dance floor -- but even that sexy little number had its siren potential dimmed thanks to "nice broad shoulder straps" as designed by Lawrence, who was always careful to leave plenty to the imagination.

The movie's tendency toward the tame is very much in line with what's happening in tween fashion, says Gloria Baume, fashion director of Teen Vogue.

"There's a general shift away from 'Britney style,' " she says, referring to the kid-ult, exploitative fashions that started appearing in stores around the turn of the millennium: Padded bras and high heels for 8-year-olds. Tube tops for babies. Thongs for 6-year-olds. The kind of kids' styles that ventured far beyond Renaissance-era conventions of dressing kids like adults, entering into distinctly Humbert Humbert territory.

The backlash against such suggestive styles has occurred in part, she says, because magazines like hers have promoted more tasteful dressing for youngsters. Teen Vogue, for instance, garbs its young models in clothes by Tory Burch, Rebecca Taylor, Alexander Wang and 3.1 Phillip Lim, ostensibly adult designers whose chic-but-insouciant wares (ballet flats, mini-dresses, shorts, oversized tees) easily cross over to much younger consumers and the stars they love (Sophia Bush, Hilary Duff, Mandy Moore and others).

The new modesty could also be linked "to what we're going through economically," Baume says, citing the old hemline index that had skirt lengths falling in concert with the stock market. "Either way, girls are embracing more classic looks, and they're putting them together in a more wholesome way." Think tailored blazers, nautical prints, white cotton tees, practical plaid and even the once-again ubiquitous Ray-Ban Wayfarers, the classic sunglasses frame that Gen Next has so thoroughly reclaimed as its own.

That's evidenced by girls like 9-year-old Phoebe Nance from Mount Washington, from whose fashion-fluent lips fall advanced sartorial terms such as "form-fitting." An extra on the "Hannah Montana" movie, she favors a simpler, more Miley Stewart aesthetic -- jeans, simple dresses and layered tees -- for her personal wardrobe. But finding her favorite looks isn't always easy.

"There are some stores that are supposed to be for kids, but the skirts are like really, really short," says Nance, whose favorite store is Forever 21. "And they sell shirts that show your belly. I don't think it looks good." Her own daily uniform comprises long, tight T-shirts that are "sort of halfway between a dress and a shirt" worn over skinny jeans (preferably brightly colored ones) with Converse Hi-Tops.

Actress Vanessa Williams, who plays a rapacious publicist in the "Hannah Montana" movie, feels Nance's pain. A mother of four (including one 8-year-old girl and a boy of 15), she is all too familiar with the challenges of tween shopping.

"The bottom line is that they are much more self-conscious about their bodies than we are," she says. "I have had issues with my girls feeling too exposed -- there is a lot of stuff out there that is very clingy, and when you have a little belly or baby breasts it makes the girls feel insecure."

What about Miley Cyrus? The furor surrounding her recent Annie Leibovitz photo shoot for Vanity Fair, for which she was draped in a sheet with her back and shoulder on display, only served to underscore the push-pull between innocence and experience that comes into play as tweens become teens.

But even for a young star who seems to be growing more glam by the minute, admitting to a penchant for Prada and Louis Vuitton purses, there seemed to be a certain comfort in the movie's more restrained looks.

"I believe there's a way to be cute and sexy and also not give everything away," says Cyrus, who also says she "can't believe" the over-the-top sexy looks she sometimes sees high schoolers wearing. "And honestly -- who on Earth has the body to fit into the shorts at Abercrombie?"

The clothes she was happiest wearing on the "Hannah" set, she says, were the comfy Miley Stewart pieces.

And tellingly, she singles out the one that made her feel "most confident."

It was a simple, rose-colored tee.

Friday, April 3, 2009

John Sinclair--MC5 manager, poet, and legendary counter culture dude. I wrote this for BPM mag a whiles back.


"When I realized there wasn't going to be a revolution I said to myself 'nice try', and went back to being a poet."

John Sinclair


Every revolutionary needs a bible - Marxists had The Communist Manifesto, feminists had The Second Sex, and in the 1960's, hippies had Guitar Army, a collection of incendiary writings by poet and counterculture father figure John Sinclair. In Guitar Army, Sinclair famously urged young people to launch a 'total assault on the culture' using three essential tools: 'rock n roll, dope and fucking in the streets'. Rock, he wrote, was "the great liberating force of our time and place here in the West." On dope: "Don't let old people fool you, there's nothing wrong with feeling good." And on fucking in the streets: "Everything else is about fucking; fucking is fucking."

No-one had ever heard anything quite like it.

Sinclair, an intellectual who spearheaded the White Panther Party and managed legendary proto-punk outfit The MC-5, wrote parts of Guitar Army from jail. He had been sentenced to 10 years for giving a cop two joints. It was a clear attempt by the government to subdue a man whose ideology threatened theirs, and it backfired - John Sinclair became a cause celebre, one of the best-known political prisoners of the era. He was released after serving 18 months, just days after John Lennon, Allen Ginsberg and Stevie Wonder headlined the "Free John Now Rally" in front of 20,000 people in ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Ann Arbor, Michigan.

Fast-forward 35 years and I'm sitting with Sinclair in a coffee shop in LA. Scruffy and twinkly-eyed, he's twiddling his snow-white beard and holding a copy of Guitar Army as he recalls his time in jail. "My crime was possessing two marijuana cigarettes. I didn't think that would make me too much of a danger to society. I mean, I was trying to change the law - but I didn't intend to go to prison." He remembers the day he was told about the Lennon concert - "I was exhilarated because I knew it would lead to my release. It turned the key."

That was a joyous day for hippies, Yippies, freaks and beatniks, a day that further stoked the fires of their youthful revolution. But within a few years, the dream had died. Music, the lifeblood of alternative culture, had been commodified, as musicians were turned into pop stars who could in turn be manipulated by the industry. Meanwhile, the hippies were strung out on drugs and homeless in doorways. The comedown was rougher than anyone could have imagined. Today, says Sinclair "I ain't got no messages for anyone. I used to think I could save the world - but now I keep my opinions to myself."

He says this with a smile, but clearly, he's a little sad – and who can blame him? This is the man who articulated a complete vision for global change, through love, LSD and music. Today, in an era of global warming and homeland security, it's hard to imagine young people possessing that kind of optimism. Part of the problem, Sinclair says, is that kids are inundated with pop culture, "and it is draining them. Look at 50 Cent with his $150million. It's bullshit! Kids should try turning off their television sets. You want something to happen - turn off your TV!"

Or, you could try reading Guitar Army, which was re-released May 1, having been out of print for decades. It still contains Sinclair's original writings from Jackson Prison, and essays he wrote for the underground press during the sixties, plus two dozen previously unpublished photographs . The language, and even some of the anger may seem dated. Sex, drugs and rock n roll are no longer things we need to fight for (Motley Crue took care of that), but freedom is, and Sinclair's words still carry a potency and clarity that resonates, even in these jaded times. Since starting the American book tour, he's received many emails from supporters - young people whom, it seems, are still enthusiastic about what he represents. Just don't ask him to start another youth uprising – he's really not in the mood. "Do I still think in terms of revolution? Frankly, no," he says. "I can't even see people opposing the war (in Iraq) in a meaningful way."

Sinclair may have shaken off the mantle of revolutionary leader, but otherwise not much has changed. He is still a prolific writer and poet (he's working on writing one poem for each of Thelonius Monks' compositions), and a broadcaster (Radio Free Amsterdam). And, of course, he still smokes pot. Lots of it. He even sells pot behind the counter at the 420 Coffee Shop in Amsterdam, the city he made his home in 2004. "I'm a fiend," he says. "I like being lifted up from the reality of life on the street level. That's why I smoke." What about acid, the catalyst for his revolution? "Acid? Now you're talking," he says. "If there was a new wave of acid today, then things would get more interesting!"

These days, he mainly listens to "black music, mostly from the past". He likes Iggy Pop and Sonic Youth, or "the Sonic Youths" as he likes to call them (Thurston Moore is a friend and admirer of Sinclair's). Everything else pretty much sucks, in his opinion. Punk rock? Didn't like it. ("They have that selfish attitude.") Techno is just as bad. "It doesn't have a human heart. It's about deadening people so they don't feel anything." What does he think of Bono, modern-day rabble rouser? "I heard a song by U2 for the first time the other day and I hate that shit. Doesn't have any feeling." Same goes for Sting. "I didn't even like The Police. I mean come on - someone like me is never gonna like a band called The Police." In fact, he doesn't like bands, period. "Bands are for cowards. The idea of a band and a record company and a 'career' is bullshit. In New Orleans (where he lived for several years), people just play music because they want to."

Then he tells me his baby granddaughter has just been named Beyonce, and I think he might cry.

Mention The MC-5 though, the band he managed in Detroit in the 1960's, and his eyes light up again. If music was the key ingredient in Sinclair's revolution, then The MC5, a group of working-class bad-asses who joined the hippie movement, provided it. Led by Wayne Kramer, whose on-stage battle cry 'kick out the jams, motherfucker!' became synonymous with the counterculture, the MC-5 staged a series of politically-charged concerts that provided Sinclair with the proof he'd been looking for –rock n roll really does have the power to unite, and ignite, young people. And maybe it still does, some place far far away from the Billboard Music Charts (at the time of writing, Maroon 5 was at #1, closely followed by Avril Lavigne and Fergie). "Who knows if it could happen again," says Sinclair. "At the end of the day - we were a bunch of hippies who really cared. That's all. It was good."

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Style of Mickey Rourke, for Variety


Mickey Rourke is, was, and shall forever be the absolute opposite of wallflower—and the same goes for his dress sense. Since the release of his much-hyped comeback vehicle “The Wrestler”, we’ve seen Rourke work the red carpet with renewed panache, sporting an array of eye-popping designer looks wild enough to K.O. even his flamboyant wrestler alter ego, Randy “the Ram” Robinson.

“He’s never been one for a classic black tuxedo,” says his stylist, Michael Fisher, hired by Fox Searchlight to style Rourke for the “Wrestler” press tour. Fisher, a former assistant to photographer Annie Leibovitz, earned his stripes working with uber-stylists Rachel Zoe and Lori Goldstein, and was set up with Rourke four months ago. Unlike so many male stars, Rourke “likes to take chances on the red carpet” says Fisher. “He has a look that’s all his own. Very masculine, put together, and decadent. ” (Picture Robert Evans, Hugh Hefner and Frank Sinatra on a yacht in Monte Carlo—with lots of hair product.)

Rourke, in line for the Best Actor Oscar, had never worked with a personal stylist prior to Fisher. Once he realized Fisher didn’t have a stylist’s “agenda”, and was willing to help him express his own style, things went swimmingly. Rourke already had pre-existing relationships with certain labels, like Billionaire Couture (owned by Formula One mogul Flavio Briatore), and was keen to continue working with the company. Ralph Lauren and Dolce&Gabbana were also favored. “Mickey likes wearing a three-piece suit with a tank top, to bring in his boxing aesthetic,” says Fisher.

For the SAG Awards, Rourke wore a sharkskin Dolce&Gabbana suit paired with a long sequined Maison Martin Margiela scarf. Never frightened to wear sunglasses at night, he sported a pair by Loree Rodkin that evening, and is often seen wearing Sama’s “Press” sunglasses, as well as classic RayBan Wayfarers. “He likes his accessories, and that’s a rare trait to find in men,” says Fisher.

For the Golden Globes, Rourke chose a midnight blue velvet dinner jacket by Billionaire Club, worn with a long Stephen Webster pocket chain and an Etro pocket square. His burgundy velvet slippers, worn sans socks, were by shoe designer Jean-Michel Cazabat, with whom Rourke has a longstanding relationship. He is also a fan of Roberto Cavalli and Dolce shoes. “He loves his Italian designers,” says Fisher.

For the L.A. Premiere of “The Wrestler” Rourke channeled King Midas, with a look by Billionaire Couture, comprising a gold jacket, amber waistcoat, and shirt the color of lemon pie. He was more muted for the BAFTAS in London (where he won the leading actor award) in a charcoal Dolce and Gabbana dinner jacket with cream piping and black silk shirt, livened up by a white belt and that swinging key chain.

And what about the all-important Oscars rug? Fisher is keeping the sartorial details under wraps, but confirms Rourke is working with an avant garde designer to create a look that’s sure to stand out. “For the Oscars, Mickey is definitely going to be Mickey,” he assures us.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Production Designers story for Variety. Feb 09.


Whether they're conceptualizing five-star Persian Gulf Xanadus in between film jobs, or designing immersive retail landscapes on the side, film designers have proved themselves to be adept moonlighters. Some of them take sabbaticals from moviemaking to envision the entertainment environments of the future.
It started in the 1950s when Walt Disney handpicked his favorite staff artists to work on his theme parks. Film folks like John DeCuir, Henry Bumstead and Randall Duell became pioneers of themed attractions. Today, the two major theme-park design companies -- Walt Disney Imagineering and Universal Creative -- continue to cherry-pick from Hollywood for their billion-dollar pleasure-domes.
Designer Adrian Gorton ("Changeling," "The Last Samurai") has gone back and forth between movies and themed-entertainment design for 30 years. "If there's a story you want to tell through design, a place-making, transporting kind of experience you want to create -- that's where people like us can help," he says.
Gorton's nonfilm resume is formidable. He was lead designer on Malaysia's Sama World theme park, was one of six art directors who worked on Universal's Islands of Adventure theme park in Orlando and is supervising art director for entertainment-venue development firm Thinkwell Group, which is working on a major studio-backed theme park in Abu Dhabi.
Burgeoning development in the Middle East has kept Gorton and his peers very busy. NBC Universal, Paramount and DreamWorks have all announced licensing deals for new theme-park ventures in Dubai. While the recent economic downturn has slowed progress (Universal Studios Dubailand's opening has been delayed from 2010 until the first quarter of 2012), the Persian Gulf remains a lucrative hub for Hollywood's design A-list.
Thinkwell hires film designers to help create large-scale developments for its clients -- including Ski Dubai, the Middle East's famous indoor ski resort. Production designers are suited to such projects "because they know how a space can communicate a specific message" says Thinkwell creative veep Randy Ewing.
Veteran film designer Norm Newberry ("Beowulf," "War of the Worlds") is a member of that community of film designers, most of whom have some affiliation with Disney Imagineering and/or Universal Creative, who are regularly lured off-set to work on billion-dollar commercial projects. In 1987, Newberry replaced Bumstead as head of Universal Creative's art department, overseeing projects like the "Jaws" special effects rides at Universal Studios in Orlando and Osaka, Japan; the "Back to the Future: The Ride" in Japan; and the 12-minute "T2 3-D" theatrical attraction in Japan, Orlando and Los Angeles -- said to be the most expensive venture in movie history on a per-minute basis.
Lately Newberry has shifted his focus back to film. "Most designers always want to get back to film, eventually," he says, "although the really nice thing about theme parks is that at the end of it, there's something permanent there that you can be proud of. On film, your work's on celluloid."
Another prolific moonlighter, Jack Taylor ("Million Dollar Baby," "Mystic River") was one of Bumstead's favorite art directors. Taylor is redesigning the 3.3-acre Universal Studios backlot that was extensively damaged by fire last May. "In this industry, the only security you have is your insecurity," Taylor says. "You work for six weeks or six months, and then you could be off for a couple of months. So I always like to keep something on the back burner." For Taylor, this can mean small interior design projects, too -- he converted Robert Duvall's cow barn in Virginia, updated Barbra Streisand's home in Malibu and created interiors for Clint Eastwood's private golf club near Monterey.
It goes both ways. Celebrity designer David Rockwell, for example, primarily known for his commercial work (the Kodak Theater in Los Angeles, Gordon Ramsay's Maze restaurant in London), is also a successful theater and film designer ("Hairspray," "Legally Blonde").
Increasingly, film designers are conceptualizing commercial projects that take leisure time to a new level -- like resorts where guests can assume a character and play a role, similar to a videogame adventure -- except it's real.
Hettema Group has created designs for these kinds of immersive concepts. Topper Phil Hettema, a former senior veep at Universal Studios Theme Parks, predicts interactivity, rather than the typical pre-programmed theme park experience, is where the future of themed entertainment lies.
"It used to be that the best way to experience cool new technology was to pay $50 to go to a theme park -- now you can find that technology on your iPhone," he says.