RIP L’Wren Scott
http://www.lwrenscott.com/gallery.php
L’Wren Scott, April 28, 1964 – March 17, 2014
From Streetwalk to Catwalk: Jean Paul Gaultier
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I visited the Brooklyn Museum to see the most talked about exhibition at FIT this season, the Jean Paul Gaultier Exhibition titled “From Streetwalk to Catwalk”. Thanks to Prof. Christopher Uvenio, who literally forced us, Fall ’14 Fashion Art IV class, to visit the exhibition! The exhibition was incredible and I tried to capture a little with my iPhone to share it with you guys who missed it.
All images © Amrita Misra for FashionStills.com
Backstage: Bibhu Mohapatra at Mercedes Benz Fashion Week
Custo Barcelona at Mercedes Benz Fashion Week
Photos by Amrita Misra
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In Name of Peace
Bradley Manning…whistleblower…
war crimes…9 months under trial…
freedom of speech…democratic party…
US Prez …Nobel Peace Prize
Vanishing Palestinian land…Israeli occupation…
world on opposite side…misplaced US support…
war criminals…US prez…Nobel Peace Prize
Drone attacks…civilian casualties…
human rights…assassinated leaders…
fake revolutions…power to fanatics…
US Prez…Nobel Peace Prize
Guantanamo bay…unending war on terror…
nuclear warheads…secret prisons…
new targets…old enemies…
US Prez …Nobel Peace Prize
(Amrita Misra, 2012)
Pathar ke Oz
Oz ke bundon mein chupee hai
Dastan kal raat ki
Alag nahin hai pehele se
Bas kuch kirdar naye hain
Pehele bhi jo roye they
Kal raat bhi sisakte rahey
Bhook aur thand bhi unse
Phir nibhaye khub vafadaari
Jo aansu se banke Aurat kehelaye
Kal raat bhi intezar mein kaatey
Insan ka khitab rahgaya phir kuch fasley pey
Aasrey ki umeed mein khoye thodey aur housley
Kuch ke liye neend bhi der se aayi
Aur subah kuch zyada hi jaldi
Jeene ki phiraaq mein zindagiyan khogaye
Paison se kuch pal ki sanse aur kharid kar jeeliye
Bachpan ke kuch aur pal sapnon mein katey
Din ke kuch khauf andheron mein khoye
Rahbaron ney tohphe mein zindagi bhar ke dard diye
Choti si umar mein azad khayalon sey bichad gaye
Oz ke yeh bunden jaise pathar ke bangaye hain
Uthake phenkdun, tod dun, pattiyon ko nichod dun
Yeh oz ke bunden, kyon badaltey nahin
Iis purani mayl mein dhundhla padgaya apna chehera bhi
Par abhi jo aag lagi dil mein woh bhi hai purani
Chingariyan kuch yahan kuch wahan se churayee hain
Woh subaha phir toh aayegi, kahtey huye jalte rahe jaaney kai
Dastaney badlengi, har oz pey nayeen kahani hogi
(Amrita Misra, 2012)
Petraeucat! Petraeucat! Where have u been?
Petraeucat! Petraeucat! Where have u been?
“Under mysterious skirts, having mighty fun”
Petraeucat! Petraeucat! What did you see?
“Can’t talk about that, so the resignation from me”
What about Libya & the dead Ambassador?
“For sake of our country, I’ve orders to only say duurrr!!”
– Amrita Misra, 2012
Savage Spring
Spring is giving way to winter wildfire,
Oh my pet savage is goin’ wild on me.
He killed my enemy & now is turning on me.
I petted & armed him, showed him what true freedom is.
He got it all wrong & I never learnt a lesson from history.
All I wanted is a little more of his oil & land if possible,
But this savage is flexing my tools at me like a fool.
Well it ain’t over yet, for I’ve all the might,
& no matter what, my God is on my side!!!
– Amrita Misra
15 September, 2012
