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When designers reference heavy duty artists the results can sometimes be...well..gauche. Take the waltz for SS 08 between Richard Prince and Louis Vuitton. It was very clever and layered in the shrewdness thereof. It was visually witty, commercially astute, beautifully image managed but also it was literal. Richard Prince's nurses begat Louis Vuitton nurses. Prince's babe on a hot rod...translated to LV's supermodels on a hot rod. Literal is not always a bad thing but it does lessen the possibilities of prolonged looking.
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10 years from now, when all things Zeroes are dredged up in the spirit of ironic retro, will they look at the decade's sustained fusion of art and fashion and giggle? Or will the union of the two most compulsive by-products of late capitalism spawn a deadly serious new hybrid, one with an unnatural long life? It is certainly starting to look that way recently with virtually every fashion publication worth its pulp splicing in a heavy dose of "art" to keep the pages crisp and current.
Every time I read the New York Times' T Magazine or their freshly launched blog "The Moment", I'm driven to think that fashion is nothing without art these days. If it weren't for V Magazine's front section I'd have no compass to track the dizzing cross-traffic of hot emerging young artists. W Magazine's art issue is the most obvious case in point. 07's issue didn't have the added sexy of 06's "Making Of Richard Tuttle/Mario Sorrenti" DVD but it did have the au courant Richard Prince covers. Surely you collected them all. Put them in a vitrine and one day you might position yourself as the next feted conceptual artist. Or as a purveyer of blue chip vintage fashion magazines. God bless Dennis Freedman.