Serena’s from Berlin — but made sure to specify that she was born in NYC — has impeccable taste in cute beanies and future chic skirts, while generally giving off a casual cool femininity that’s undeniable no matter how many striking women you’ve encountered in your life. She’s currently doing an internship at Independent Curators International before she returns to school to hopefully study art. While we can’t stop drooling over her Ohne Titel skirt — German for “untitled” — what she was most excited about were her new chromed out kicks.
Remember that quick-witted 10th grade teacher who had awful style but knew just the way to simultaneously put you in your place while making you look up to her? That’s exactly how I feel about the stern demeanor from security guards and their occasional fun-crushing in the name of something you respect, like art. (photo by Xavier Aaronson)
In large, anonymous cities there are moments when being open to an unexpected stranger promises an encounter that’s routinely brief, largely banal and occasionally unforgettable. Rachel was one of those fortunate meetings that we have all too rarely but that linger with us for longer than we expect. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and we crossed paths at the MoMA PS1 in Queens, NY. It’s hard to explain what lured us to her; it could have been her flourishing yet holed-up sweatshirt or perhaps her vibrant choice of lipstick, which contended well with Maria Lassnig’s intensely hued artwork. Only lasting a handful of minutes, our bracing interaction with Rachel was like a vivid blur. Soon after, she excused herself, explaining that she should hurry back to her studio, where she planned to use that day’s museum stimulation to work on some new designs for her lingerie label.(photo by Xavier Aaronson)
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Pari is kind of like our muse. On her own blog, she’s taken the intersection between fashion and art to another level by putting her own stunning twist to dressing for the arts.
Pari pairs her style with the exhibition she plans on visiting. Last weekend, we stretched our own rules that narrow down who we babe’out with. Instead of bumping into some art-gawking style maven by chance encounter, Pari and I actually scheduled a rendezvous at the MoMA PS1.
I’m not proud of our code-breaking orchestration but sometimes you gotta bend the law for an opportunity to achieve something exquisite. And in this case, Pari is too ill for the law.
At the heart of the Rose Center for Earth and Space in the American Museum of Natural History is a babe with a crepuscular style that beams like a ray of light. Her name is Tara. During our visit, she tried to sneak into the Planetarium but was unsuccessful because museum guards take their jobs very seriously (and bless their sweet hearts for doing so.) Instead, the closet cosmologist, decked out all in black, let us take some quick pics of her walking along the spiraling pathway that surrounds the astro theater dome.
When Tara’s satisfied her cravings for astrophysics, she’s spends her talents making music and flexing her pipes. She’s one half of Brooklyn electronic-pop duo Soft Lit and also a member of the party fun disco dance ensemble Motion Studies. Her latest jam is called “Ocean King” and it’s just one of the many excellent songs coming out of the kaleidoscopic label GODMODE.
Style is much like a sword that is sharpened over time. Marlene was a charming staff member who had the most elegant touches we’ve ever seen at the Guggenheim. Here she is photographed during her shift, lookin’ straight gorgey. (photos by Xavier Aaronson)
A pink beanie and turquoise high-tops say I’m the art world’s miscreant purveyor of chuckles and flare. Deal with it. When he’s not in his b-boy stance in front of a Richard Serra prow-like sculpture, he’s making tight videos and DJ’ing parties of insubordinate romp. (Photo by Xavier Aaronson)
In a bland hallway, I saw a wandering pile of flowy confetti. Phyllis was spotted in the foyer of the MoMA PS1. She admitted that her jacket was scooped up at the dollar store and I loved her that much more for it. Good style doesn’t need to come at an exorbitant price. Plus, it’s probably best to save your loot for the museum entrance, anyway.
Thursday’s Up Next pyro-spattered EDM party by the water, presented byThump is already at capacity?!
Why am I not surprised. The event’s got all the pulsating ingredients for a phenomenal party: interactive fireworks, skivvy-trembling dance music by Zedd, Duke Dumont and TOKiMONSTA, with an open bar on a pier by the Hudson River!
While the public RSVP link is now as good-for-nothing as the “g” in champagne, the overly fucking awesome fun squad over at Vice‘s dance music channel Thump have tossed Babes At The Museum a couple VIP passes to the June 20th launch of Up Next.
To win, ENTER HERE telling us what’s the most serotonin-scorching thing that could happen when you mix EDM and pyrotechnics. Winner receives 2 VIP tickets that guarantee entry and special access to the caboose-quaking bonanza.
What: Up Next with Zedd, Duke Dumont, and TOKiMONSTA Date: Thursday, June 20. Doors open at 7:00 PM Where: Hudson River Park’s Pier 84 | Entrance on W 44th St & 12th Ave