Zlata Magnafic: From Nada to Prada on The Style Con

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The following is an excerpt from my regular series, “From Nada to Prada,” as seen on The Style Con:

When you’ve got kick ass Chrissie Hynde vibes, you don’t try to cover it all up by being, you know, your average pretty chick. One of my favorite chop-chop success stories is IMG’s Zlata Mangafic, who arrived on the fashion scene in 2012 with long, mousy brown hair vaguely reminiscent of actress (and famed on-camera hair-adjuster) Kristen Stewart. The look was precious, natural, very girl-next-door-ish – the type of unassuming babe I’d want my brother to settle down with one day, who would arrive to family Christmas parties with some organic flourless cocoa kale cake topped with self-harvested sea salt that she baked herself. Apparently the wholesome, I-make-kale-cakes look wasn’t winning her too many gigs. Soon after her arrival came a good and proper rock-and-roll shag… and this new Zlata wasn’t bakin’ shit for nobody.

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Art Basel Parties Night Two, Coverage on V Magazine

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The following is my coverage of night two of Art Basel, as seen on V Magazine:

Friday, December 6th. The well-read and the well-heeled came together last night at Miami’s Soho Beach House for a private dinner hosted by Artsy and Valentino, celebrating CalArts’s latest addition to the empire: a new building of artists’ studios named in honor of artist and alumni John Baldessari. Under a swank gray tent peppered with white chandeliers, guests like it-girls Atlanta de CadenetLady Victoria Hervey, and Nicky Hilton sat on shabby-chic couches while the Atlantic crashed just beyond a row of tiki torches.

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Calvin Klein Art Basel Party at the Webster – V Magazine

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The following is a clip from my Art Basel coverage, as seen on V Magazine:

Calvin Klein’s Webster residence on Thursday night was technically a showcase of the house’s private collaboration with the store—a modern selection of Francisco Costa-designed knits, crop-tops, and dresses, all in shades of black, white, or red—but like all CK gatherings, it was so much more than that. After guests like Leigh Lezark and Derek Blasberg finished milling around the store’s second floor sipping champagne, it was up to the roof, where Mr. Costa held court with Alessandra Ambrosio. Nearby, Amy Sacco shared a laugh or two with Art Production Fund’s Yvonne Force, looking stunning in a classic Calvin Klein column gown. Elsewhere, Ryan McGinley negotiated the placement of a white rose in a very pretty woman’s hair while a dance floor quickly developed, all to a perfect soundtrack of music provided by DJ Mike Nouveau. 

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Field Trip: Mike Kelley Exhibition at MoMA PS1

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THE FOLLOWING IS A TOTALLY SUBJECTIVE ART REVIEW FROM AN UNPROFESSIONAL ART CRITIC ON THE VERGE OF A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN, CURRENTLY SEEN ON THE STYLE CON:

The first thing you notice is the screaming. I’m separating the adhesive from the back of myMoMA PS1 sticker while pretending to read the description for Mike Kelley’s 200-plus oeuvre when I remember something my friend told me about the exhibition last week. Something about how he didn’t know how the docents could stand being in each room for more than 20 minutes at a time. “Screaming,” he said. “So much screaming.”

The recollection comes about twenty minutes and ten dollars too late. Because right now I’m standing alone in the foyer of the museum, a month’s worth of nagging anxiety threatening to push me over the climatic edge of total mental deterioration. I look down the hallway towardsmonitors displaying cartoons of breathing, heaving, shaking glass bottles, each accompanied with its own horrible human exhalation. Screams, moans, the unsettling noises of which we are all capable.

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Arts and (Selfie) Culture – Yayoi Kusama Exhibition at David Zwirner

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The following is an excerpt from my piece “Is It Possible to ‘Find Ourselves’ in Selfie Culture?” as seen on The Style Con:

Standing in line for the Yayoi Kusama exhibition outside of the David Zwirner Gallery in New York City, you begin to notice a few things. One, the wind coming off the Hudson is blisteringly cold. Two, you’ve begun to lose feeling in both of your hands. And three, the average age of everyone waiting patiently to get in seems more appropriate for a club in the Meatpacking District on a Friday night. Far from your geriatric retiree crowd hitting up the MET, the 84-year-old Kusama has some serious sway with the youngsters. And not to discount the significance of the work, but that reason is due in large part to Instagram.

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Field Trip: “From Nada to Prada: Alison Nix” on The Style Con

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The following is an excerpt from my regular series “From Nada to Prada,” as seen on The Style Con:

Alison Nix is one of those girls that has been around for a while (nearly a decade, yikes!) but just… hasn’t… quite… made it to the Super Big Time. When she debuted in 2005, she walked a few shows, but nothing that would send a booker to bed, dreaming of Ferraris while they counted cash in their sleep. Perhaps sensing she needed a little bit of a push, she gave herself aLouise Brooks bob the following year, earning her editorials in British Harper’s Bazaar, various international Vogues, and a cover of Flair. (Arguably her most memorable moment from this era can be found here, in this amazing family video that desperately makes me want to marry into Nix’s family.)

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Field Trip: “A Man. A Mustache. A Mantra” on Harry’s Five O’Clock

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The following is an excerpt from my regular series “A Man. A Mustache. A Mantra.” as seen on Harry’s Five O’Clock Magazine:

Tennessee legend, Jasper “Jack” Daniel’s life was bookended by tragedy. His mother died shortly after his birth, leaving he and ten siblings with his father. But our hero took life’s lemons and boldly made, well… the world’s best selling sour mash. (It’s possible Daniels became a licensed distiller as young as age 16.) Jack never married and fathered no children. His days were focused solely on whiskey. And he was known to avoid all shortcuts that could have sacrificed smoothness or flavor in his product. 

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