Fact: We at Flaunt are sexy. We like sexy parties, sexy clothes, sexy celebs, sexy champagne, sexy limos, sexy sex. When we go to sexy parties, they’d better be dead sexy. Take sexy photographer Hedi Slimane’s opening at MOCA’s sexy Pacific Design Center space: pictures of sexy young people, sexy collectors milling about, sexy hot art chicks talking about sexy hot art. Or even sexier, later on, we got sexy at the MOCA Gala, where sexy Marina Abramović and sexy Debbie Harry got sexy and performed. It was sexy all around as everyone from Gwen Stefani to Will Ferrell to Kirsten Dunst to Tilda Swinton brought sexy back. Then, we made a sexy move down to scandalously sexy Miami to bask in the...
        My upbringing was steeped in superstition. I was raised in the 1940s by my mother, a single parent, who gave birth to me at the age of 15. My maternal great-grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee named Plush, and although I never met her, Plush was a big influence in my life. Granny, Plush’s daughter was half-Cherokee and half-black but the Cherokee traditions were equally as important as the Pentecostal Baptist religion that we served. I was taught never to be cruel to others because that would double back on me later in life one hundred fold.    Granny was the matriarch of our family. She was a tiny woman who ruled with an iron hand. She was an...
        On 31 October, 2011, far away on the other side of the world, in a small village outside Lucknow, the capital city of the most populous Indian province of Uttar Pradesh, a baby girl named Nargis was born. Nargis was deemed the symbolic seven billionth person in the world. She was chosen arbitrarily by Plan India, the child rights NGO, to emphasize the dense population growth in a province that also, due to a high number of girls missing after birth, has an extremely skewed gender ratio.The world hit a major population benchmark in 1974 with four billion, twice the figure reached in 1927. The next billion took only 13 years, and then 12, and now 12 again to the current...
       Human beings have been making art with numbers since the Paleolithic Era. Over 17,000 years ago, the world’s first known painters were caught red-handed making art in the caves of Lascaux, France. These early humans, with their hands pressed against the cave walls, blew red pigment over their outstretched fingers, leaving behind a high five to the future. Fourteen thousand years later, mankind used their fingers to settle on a number system divisible by five. Along the banks of the Nile River in ancient Egypt, men and women began counting to ten. Over 5,000 years have passed since then, and this same finger system continues to help artists make art with numbers.  ...
       “We’re undergoing a security breach!” So screams the skinny uniformed Heathrow Airport personnel. A shuttle that transports wearied travelers to the next terminal whizzes by without stopping. The woman adds, “It has been compromised. You can choose to walk to the next terminal, but it’s at your own risk.” Children begin to scream. The woman paces and smirks, her clunky black boots clopping along the floor.It’s terrorists. A hostile takeover of Heathrow is happening. I’ll never see my family, friends, and fond acquaintances again. All for Berlin Fashion Week. Well, I mean, I am scheduled to see G-Star’s massive takeover of the monstrous Bread & Butter super-tradeshow,...
         If the 1990s were the decade of women in rock, then the 2000s were the decade of women everywhere taking the lead in musical spheres. Exemplified by that transnational rogue M.I.A., the new feminine pop star tended to be from the global south—or at least repping it—and produced music intensely hybrid in genre and pop in orientation.     This isn’t a top-down or bottom-up trend: it’s more like a global shift in recognition for the powerful “weirdness” of female musicians and songwriters. This shift towards the freakier side of pop can be witnessed within the self-styled exotics of Ukrainian tech-folkie Ruslana, the New Zealand dolly queen Kimbra,...