Paolo Roversi at The Wapping Project

Infamous Italian fashion photographer Paolo Roversi arrives with his first solo show at The Wapping Project – Bankside this week with a new exhibition of his Nudi and Studio works.

Having shot for Dior, Valentino and the various Vogues, Roversi’s haunting work is simply stunning, capturing the classicism of portraiture and old school stripped back photography with breathless eroticism.

Beautiful. Go now.

Paolo Roversi at The Wapping Project – Bankside until March 3.

 

 

M.I.A – Bad Girls (Video)

She’s back! M.I.A delivers a fresh dose of hooded jackets and iridescent bra-cups – over clothes of course – bumping and grinding away amidst Arabs in the desert with some pretty creative driving techniques in her new video for the revamped single, Bad Girls, directed by ginger hating Romain Gavras.

If that’s not being a bad girl I do not know what is.

Guy Denning & Frank E Rannou at Signal Gallery

This Friday, everyone’s favourite street art gallery, Signal Gallery, present their new exhibiton by Guy Denning and French artist Frank E Rannou, We Are All Prostitutes.

The Most Barbaric of All Religions - Guy Denning

Renowned for their intense and darkly atmospheric portraits, the two artists met in France where Denning persuaded Rannou to bring his work to the UK in this joint exhibition opening on Fri 27 January until Sat 11 February.

Subject matter wise, we’re headed as dark as the paintings themselves with exploitation of women in the sex industry at the centre of the exhibition but also how easy it us for us all to compromise our morals when faced with want and greed. The result is a fearless exhibition proving the emotive power of art – particularly portraiture – and demonstrating the strange ability the paintbrush has to reveal a strange beauty from darkness.

Though UK-born Denning now lives in France, his work is well-known in the UK art scene as well as being shown across Europe and the US. His recent shows in New York and Italy form part of a trilogy of shows insired by Dante’s Inferno; the third of these exhibitions will be shown at Signal Gallery in the autumn, so stay tuned.

We Are All Prostitutes opens on Fri 27 January – Sat 11 February 2012.
Private View: Thu 26 January 6pm – 9pm with live performances from gypsy punk tearaways, The Great Malarkey.

www.signalgallery.com
www.guydenning.org

Signal Gallery, 32 Paul Street, London EC2A 4LB
(Tues-Sat 12-6 pm)

Wes Anderson Returns – Moonrise Kingdom

Adding to the already impossible roster of celebrity friends eager to jump aboard the unashamedly hipster train of a Wes Anderson film, this just released trailer of new film Moonrise Kingdom reveals the new intake. Complete with short shorts.

Bruce Willis, Harvey Keitel, Ed Norton and Tilda Swinton join Bill Murray and that moustachioed fellow Anderson loves so much, as we are taken to a 1960s New England summer camp where our two suitably quirky, old-before-their-time protagonists have sparked a community-wide search as they play runaway to indulge their new, yet forbidden, love.

Expect signature pastel frames, Spike Jonze-ian shots of children running through wooded areas and another stellar soundtrack. Kinks track still pending.

And was that Bill Murray with an axe? Yes it was.

I am too excited for words.

somebody that i used to know – walk off the earth (gotye cover)

In keeping with the current trend of lo fi cover versions going viral (we’re looking at you Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gorden-Levitt), this version of Gotye feat Kimbra’s Somebody That I Used To Know by rather cool Canadian’s Walk Off The Earth and Sarah Blackwood, is one to note.

Whoever said the guitar is a self indulgent instrument has a hat to eat. This is some true musical teamwork.

under pressure

The terrifying blank page of a new blog. The terrifying blank page of the post-Christmas/New Year mind.

But thank you and Happy Birthday to David Bowie for making what would be a rather uninventive post title culturally relevant.

So let’s keep it short, and introductory. wineuponthelips is a paraphrased and blatantly stolen title from light of my life, fire of my loins writer, Virginia Woolf. In it’s original form, apparently uttered over a glass of Blue Nun, which to my sophistocated palate barely constitutes wine but more a syrupy disaster waiting to happen, the phrase is prefixed by “language” that is the wine upon her lips. But in its referential form on this blog, it will refer  to all manner of things – mainly photography, art, film, music and London.

All coming soon to this all too white page very soon.