Our cover star Klara Kristin was shot by Mariano Vivanco and styled by Peghah Maleknejad. Kristin who comes from a long line of artists, dropped philosophy, shot for Calvin Klein and appeared in a film directed by the acclaimed director Gaspar Noé.
In Issue 3 we question where those free, autonomous zones of creativity lie today – the area that was the natural place for avant-garde? It certainly was the sphere within which the mid-century Cuban-American artist Ana Mendieta was to be found. Thurston Moore found it in near-lawless lower Manhattan, where the late Alan Vega used to walk across bar tables, teetering on the very edge of insanity, to throw drinks in audience members’ faces.
You can pick up on it in Toyin Ibidapo’s fur, fluff and knitwear shoot; in Nicole Maria Winkler’s deconstructed, dismantled, discombobulated womenswear story; Ben Grieme’s bedroom-bound, lonesome, adolescent photographs; and Janneke van der Hagen’s classical, womanly pictures. Indeed, exact coordinates aren’t wholly important, as Allen Ginsberg makes clear in this issue’s valedictory poem. You can find Walt Whitman and Federico García Lorca among the stacks of beans in any supermarket, so long as you hit it in the frame of mind and look hard enough.