Happiness is to be found when in pursuit of it, in the soothed expectation, on the way, not only upon the arrival. Accepting detours, just going the way, which is anyhow not this obvious to anyone.
Thomas Bettinelli

Happiness is just a hairflip away.
Chris Crocker


"The way the system works now, you see the clothes, within an hour or so they're online, the world sees them. They don't get to a store for six months. The next week, young celebrity girls are wearing them on red carpets. They're in every magazine. The customer is bored with those clothes by the time they get to the store. They're overexposed, you're tired of them, they've lost their freshness".
Tom Ford


Snapper : Nicolas Guérin

Julien Quevenne by Nicolas Guérin
for Fiasco #6
Nicolas Guérin is a photographer living near Paris, France who loves cinema and enjoys taking pictures. He owns a studio in Montreuil. His favorite subjects are the old geniuses from the film industry with nice white beards, usually met in Cannes or Berlin. Sometimes he prefers to stay in his studio and shoot nude polaroids of young girls just for fun. He shares his time between portraiture, fashion and commercials, including cover stories for Esquire, GQ, Time, L'Uomo Vogue or Fiasco...


Filled with legends and meanings, blood is soaked with mystery‚ fascination and respect. It’s the most tested and studied part of the human body and it guards a multitude of secrets that reveals our inner and unique way of being. We've all heard of those wackadoodle diets customized to your blood type. Now comes Blood Concept, a new line of perfumes from Milan, Italy that wants to be very clear what their scents are not made from : flowers.
Blood Concept is a private celebration of the vivid and fascinating liquid that flows in our veins. Because blood is actually the river of life. A, B, AB and 0, retrace the evolution of manhood through time and its record of information, history and mutation, so well kept in the vital flushing of blood.
Blood Concept is a mystic ritual with no flowers to be found : deep as primeval Africa in 0‚ aromatic as the scent of familiar land in A, bold as unpredictable itineraries in B, bold and sharp as a metropolitan skyline in AB. Ending each time with the same subtle and mysterious note : a metallic vague suspicion.
Not sure what type you are ? Sample them all with their Compatability Test. You won't even have to look at a needle. It’s not just vampires who enjoy the smell of blood.

Hercules #11 (part 5)

"Between appointments" is the title of this edit by Miguel Arnau featuring Simone Bredariol, Federico Cola, Samuele Visentin, Elia Cometti, Elbio Bonsaglia, Sergio Cazzaniga and Andrea Preti groomed by Davide Diodovich & Laura Stucchi and shot by Giampaolo Sgura for the current issue of Spanish fash mag Hercules Universal.


Miuccia Prada is nothing if not full of surprises, and Frederic Sanchez's pedal-to-the-metal soundtrack for her show was only one among many of the question marks that hovered over her offering for this season. Bearing in mind that one must always be aware of the context she creates for each new collection, the audience was offered Brandy Alexanders, Manhattans, and Blue Lagoons -cocktails from another time and place. The canapés were luridly colored squares of sandwich anchored with cocktail olives, and the set was a two-storied house with linoleum on the floor. So far, so kitsch. And that was before we saw the brown suede jacket with the maroon diamond pattern, or the mock turtleneck in emerald green Lurex -the kind of items a flashy traveling salesman might have donned in the sixties or the seventies to cruise the casino in whatever one-horse burg he'd washed up in for the night (after he'd been driving all day with the Priest on his eight-track). Some of the models carried a big square bag that could well have been that salesman's sample case. Mercifully, you can't pin a Prada collection down to one scenario. Mr Salesman is nobody's dream. But here, there was also a bizarre subtext -britches, stockings, pudding-bowl haircuts- that suggested puritans, until the knee-highs turned Lurex-sparkly. It certainly wouldn't be the first time that Prada has deliberately flirted with the out-of-time peculiar. Getting back to suede for a moment, Miuccia Prada has always insisted it's one of her least favorite things, yet it was all over this collection. In fact, she was even sporting a black suede jacket. But that intangible oddness may actually be the essence of Prada. She could have been quoting from herself with Art Déco prints (more mock turtles) that looked like sixties upholstery. And the ultra-boxy super-large 3-button jackets that determined the collection's silhouette took the deconstruction the label has been flirting with in its menswear to a logical but alienating extreme. A blast of Motörhead's "Ace of spades" took us back to that salesman-in-the-casino analogy. The cards remind us that life's a gamble. And Miuccia Prada surely knows that not every bet pays off. Über-large outerwear, seriously ? Peccato.