Napoli, NAPOLI, Napoli!

Photographer Brett Lloyd’s love story with Naples began in 2009, when he missed the last train to Sorrento on a late August evening and stepped out, past midnight, into its dark but vibrant alleyways. Ever since, the British photographer has come back every year for two months straight, going from the initial «What the fuck is this place?» to falling head over heels with the city and its characters. Primarily a fashion photographer, working for publications such as Dazed & Confused, Document Journal and Vogue (this Dior spread is one of my favorites), Lloyd’s publication «Napoli, Napoli, Napoli» now captures a day in the life of Italy’s third biggest city: From fishermen to families to young lovers, it’s a beautifully intimate collection of black and white photographs, all shot on a 1960s Rolleiflex. As for that repetitive title, Lloyd says: «Naples is fucking intense, so let’s name it three times!»
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© Brett Lloyd

Tekla + JACQUEMUS has dropped and you better f***ing run

There’s few designers whose vision I trust blindly, who I want to see myself dressed up in on birthdays, for rendez-vous, possibly my wedding AND my funeral, as well as on every damn day in between. Also, none other than Simon Porte Jacquemus could ever make me voluntarily queue for fourty minutes in front of his flagship store (there, I said it). So when his collaboration with Tekla Fabrics, the Danish authority for home textiles, hits the market today, you can be sure that I (and I’m guessing, plenty of you, too) have set my clock early. Because whatever the Marseille-born designer touches turns to gold, and I surely don’t mind for it to happen to my bedroom. But beware: If you want to snooze it like Simon, you better be quick.
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© Tekla x Jacquemus

The ARTIST who hears music and sees color

Last Sunday, I stumbled across Jack Coulter’s work in my all-time-favorite How To Spend It magazine, a.k.a. the north star of all my weekends. Not that I have never heard of the neurological condition of synaesthesia before (it’s one where people involuntarily mix up sensory perceptions, for example hear words and see colors, or taste shapes), but it struck me how Coulter, born in Belfast and now living in London, translates music into abstract expressionist paintings: Covering everyone from Mendelssohn to Nirvana and Harry Styles (pictured above is «Wash» by Bon Iver), his works are vibrant, emotional and, naturally, full of color. «I can’t escape it – my eyes pick up things, but my ears do, too», Coulter once said in an interview. At only 28 years old, the artist just had his first solo show, titled «You can’t Change the Music of your Soul», at Sotheby’s in London. The selling exhibition will go on until the 15th of December.
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© Jack Coulter

In London, a Bauhaus-inspired BAR that uses shapes instead of names

Look up this bar in the capital of the United Kingdom and you won’t find a name but three forms instead: a yellow triangle, a red square and a blue circle. More than by a Mondrian color composition, however, the people behind «A Bar with Shapes for a Name» were inspired by the Bauhaus movement, where form famously follows function. Consequently, the place’s interior resembles a mahogany classroom, and there’s only twenty «naked» liquids – all blindly tasted – behind the bar. The drink menu includes twelve cocktails – some of them classics, some created by the bar’s founders, bartenders Remy Savage and Paul Lougrat. «The idea of minimalism isn’t just about something being plain or white», Savage says. «It’s about, if you’re using something, use the most beautiful materials you can, because it’s the only thing that people are going to interact with.»
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© A Bar with Shapes for a Name