This is probably what a lot of people think of when they think of James Blake: a brilliant but tortured sad-sack who cries his music into existence. Yes, I think there’s a spontaneity, because when you’re making records, you feel like it’s going to be under scrutiny at some point. I think a lot of it comes from the fact that when I was first starting out, I was a little bit nervous. Or that people would take my words and misconstrue them. I was 21, and suddenly I’m being interviewed, and people think I have a lot more to say than I do. I think because when I was starting to do this record, I was like, “Who would work on this track?
One of the magazine’s essays is about Ocean’s habit of running out of gas, and he fills its pages with photographs of vintage BMWs, of engine wreckage and racetracks, and snapshots of black men with luxury-car logos shaved into the backs of their heads.
Instead of commissioning Kanye West to contribute a verse or a beat, Ocean asked him to write a poem, and had him pose for photographs in a black Lamborghini at a drive-through.
On Thursday night in Paris, Virgil Abloh presented his thoughtful, beautifully executed spring 2017 Off-White collection, based on his idea of the modern "business woman" (the invitation was a business card in a transparent envelope). slot in Paris — when editors, buyers, stylists and the like had been show-hopping for 12 hours — energy was high, especially during the finale walk, when "Solo," a fantastic track from Frank Ocean's recently released album "Blonde," played over the speakers.
In Abloh's sphere, "work" takes on a slightly different connotation: He rolls with musicians, artists, creative directors, designers and more, so he cleverly gave traditionally office-appropriate elements — crisp white and pinstriped shirting, sharp blazers, long skirts and overcoats — the conceptual, streetwise treatment he's become known for, by mixing them with slouchy denim, track pants, sweatshirts, glitter booties and much more. A number of guests started singing along (an almost reflex-like reaction) just before Abloh slid joyfully down a bannister in lieu of taking a bow. I was sitting 20 feet away from Frank Ocean for at least 12 minutes and I had no idea. While cameras captured Kim Kardashian and (a very sad-looking) Kanye West taking their seats on the sky-blue foam benches, the ever-mysterious Ocean seemed to appear out of thin air, his presence only confirmed later after some red wine and serious Instagram stalking.
But do you know who somehow snuck into the front row without anyone taking notice, including a handful of the publicists working the show? See below for proof: Unlike former Fashionista editor Leah Chernikoff, who bravely approached Ocean in the front row at Valentino back in 2013, I'm unsure that I would have been able to actually formulate sentences if I got close enough talk to him.
What we're wondering now is: With his recent Calvin Klein duties and all, will the elusive artist be back on the fashion circuit for good soon?
Unclear if Calvin's producing or otherwise involved.
Last week I read an interview with English singer-songwriter James Blake as part of his current press run for his newest album, (which I'm still in the process of wrapping my head around).
Ocean uses cars as narrative signposts in his lyrics: “Remember when I had that Lexus / No?
/ Our friendship don’t go back that far,” he sings.
“Taxi-driver / Be my shrink for the hour / Leave the meter running,” he sang, on “Bad Religion,” from “channel .” “It’s rush hour, so take the streets if you wanna / Just outrun the demons, could you?