YADi Blogs for Twenty8TwelveFebruary 15 2013, 15:05
William Klein exhibition:
William Klein, born in 1928, was photographing in a time when people were less aware of the camera. As a result he was able to get so close to his subjects without some of them even realising. That’s how he manages to capture such amazing expressions and emotions in his subjects. I love how he describes the picture as not being a picture at all until someone walks into the frame at just the right time. It’s a bit like song writing; you don’t know what’s missing until it happens instinctively. This was by far my favourite exhibition of 2012 and it was made even more heart warming by hearing from the artist himself in a short film at the end. With such an eye for photography and fashion I can’t help but wish artists like him could be around to document the world forever.
Recording my debut album:
I've spent the last couple of weeks in the studio working on my debut album, which is due for release this summer. I'm working with Johan Hugo from 'The Very Best' as well as my long time collaborators Chris Hutchings and Ariel Rechtshaid. It's been really interesting and sometimes challenging reworking songs that you've heard many times but I have entered a new phase of creativity with Johan and we've been experimenting with some unusual sounds and samples inspired by music that we love from around the world. His studio is full of crazy African treasures and we light loads of candles and drink sugary Swedish drinks. It's like a Scandinavian grotto in the jungle.
Rehearsals for NYC:
I'm of to NYC to play two shows next week so this week has been taken up with pre production and rehearsals. I have just leaked a new song from my album called 'Unbreakable' so we were learning that for the first time - it's so exciting bringing a new song to life! If you're in NYC next week come and see us at 'Santos Party House' on 7th February and Brooklyn Bowl on 9th February. I'll be playing a show in London on my return on 19th February at The Social in London to celebrate the release of my first single 'The Blow'. Hope to see you there...
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The Royal Albert HallNovember 16 2012, 15:07
Elgar, Verdi, Rachmaninov to Frank Sinatra and Jay-Z, Churchill, Mohammed Ali to the Queen have graced the vast black stage of the Royal Albert Hall.
It's overwhelmingly round and ornately grandiose. It's heavy crimson curtains line the entrances. Everywhere you turn there's gold leaf cornicing. People line the hall ways in their best attire. The smell of perfume fills the air. I'm giddy with excitement for tonight I get to stand on that stage and sing my butchered little heart out to four thousand people. I get to strum my guitar and perform songs I made up at 4am sitting on my bed in Dublin city. A dot in a city full of other dots. Tonight I get to shine bright. I'm not sure how this has happened but I'm grabbing the opportunity with both hands.. and feet!
Backstage there's a buzz in the air, I'm not nervous but I have butterflies. My band and I are drinking herbal concoctions to sooth the throat. We don our favorite clothes, apply and reapply make up. I pace the floor as the stage manager announces five minutes to stage time. I pace the floor a little more, stop to look at a framed picture of The Beatles performing here, I grab my guitar as the lights go down. Someone whispers 'it's your turn'.
Twenty8Twelve Walks the Par Excellence LineNovember 05 2012, 17:39
Twenty8Twelve turned heads and tails on the catwalk at London Fashion Weekend. Their new Autumn/Winter 2012 collection, reflects a chic flirtation of the Sixties. Just hours before the show starts, the collection is hung in lines of demure wonder. The models are transported back to times of freedom, peace and love. Hair is set to beehive styles and combed to accompaniment. The bustle of wild excitement hangs. The audience arrive and eagerly wait. Time is playful and sweet. The music begins, escalating the mood to a magnetic siren of awe. Feet, legs, hands in long draping pockets, move in alluring speed. Feminine frills and immaculate collar lines combine to dazzle. Matching twinsets, making the audience blush with pleasure. Embracing Autumn’s colder evenings and darker nights. Twenty8Twelve’s quintessentially English knit, is set to warm the hearts all this winter. Emerald greens and pencil skirts for every occasion. Twist and brush past…
Photography taken by Daisy Walker.
Olympian Apollo TwentyTwelve for Twenty8TwelveAugust 16 2012, 12:11
A Poetic Review
by Greta Bellamacina
According to Greek mythology there were twelve Olympian Gods who ruled the world. Standing on the pivot of this hour, two thousand and twelve it seems, that the world has turned a full heart turning circle. Placed in the centre of the Olympic stadium to watch the athletics of Gods and Goddesses of torch bearing war, all travelled elements form the Olympian twelve reasoning the heroic wilderness.
For those who dream for gold
It hung in a torch beyond
Fantasy. Hanging. Locking
And recovering in the finishing line.
It travelled in the interlocking
Glints to rays of instant
Time. Pressed between
Bronzed bodies in the moving,
Anchoring in repetition
Of those precise, movements.
Forming in the exchange. Cupped.
Faster in the sporting twist of
Quarters. Opening wild visions,
Of those who leaped. Stronger in shape,
Created in the folding heights
Of a game. Symbols ordered.
Adapting to shifting strengths.
In a taken dawn. Packed
In collections of splendour. To
Awaking bones, full, alive in moment.
Followed by a showcase of senses,
Foreign, a circle is moulded.
Not finishing but starting.
In silver sums of two. A grid
Immediately rooted. In a remote need
Of running runs of distant pace,
Fanning solid peaks up and afar
For neither you nor I to underestimate.
An ivory glow in a collection, of daring speeds.
Volumes of bursting thrills, skipping
Bare-handed, playing backwards
In refined ambition. Understood.
Their bodies fall like petals.
Back to accomplished dreams. In altering
Voids of infatuation. Crossing worlds ringed
In a spirited blaze of
Twenty8Twelve in St Tropez for the Pro Alvear CupJuly 31 2012, 10:00
A Poetic Review by Greta Bellamincina (pictured with polo players Lyndon Lea and Juan Pepa)
A deckchair space, unfolds in the flickering glory of the serene shores of St Tropez. A tangle of beauty evokes blinding motion. A polo match transcends along the heated fields of the South of France. Lying in the vastness of the crowd, anticipation sparks a sense of excitement. Flirtation with the production of speed beats along the horizon. The landscape is a freedom of sun and sun dance. The settling of the day drifts by like a summer, testing and foregoing. A gypsy vision of the night leads the sketches of Twenty8Twelve in the infinite sleeves of July.
Friends in rooms
In the chameleon of their love,
She rests her hands on the age of his fancy.
Supporting her weight and her femininity,
Irresistible in Brera.
Built and dark,
An hour overlooked.
Delicate and assured.
Airy in the vast register,
Of temptation’s scenery.
They escape, to sleep
Next to friends in rooms.
Their images shaded and steamed.
Comfort. In mending shapes,
The night unfolds in acres of dusk.
She samples his warmth.
Questions are spoken, in voices
Washed out. Her body invites the exception,
To the bridge and a lake.
All life closed. Wild futures hang,
Lengthy, long and synchronized.
Accidental when watched,
Close together. They go home.
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