I love Fredrik Paulsen’s furniture, how they look like fully functional prototypes, and that it appears that he gathers inspiration from tacky high street fashion and lumber yards rather than interior design magazines. I especially love his beautiful tie dye Easy Chair. Can I haz?
James Elliott Moore is a Brooklyn-based nature boy and artist who grew up by the Appalachian mountains. He knows more about Scandinavian black metal that any Swede I know, and there aren’t many horror movies he hasn’t watched. Whatever his format – sculpture, video, photography, drawings – he is always exploring the dark side of human nature using imagery associated with fear, violence and ancient spiritualism to question what the eff is going on in modern American society. You’ll get along with him just fine if you too are fascinated with serial killers, wabi-sabi, and drone sounds.
Arvida is the coolest person I know. She’s my hero for being young and fabulous and putting out work about gender, love, age and beauty stereotypes, like it’s the only right thing to do (it is, but it doesn’t always bring in the money, which is a stronger motivation for a lot of businesses). It’s [...]
I recently did a photobook. It is called YORK and is released on Nille Svensson’s newly started art book label, Nilleditions. First it was going to be called SWE YORK and be about the differences between Sweden and New York, a topic my Swedish fellows and I just can’t help bringing up at every social gathering. But I grew so tired of having that conversation, so we skipped the SWE.
Julie Thevenot makes jewelery I want to wear all Brooklyn summer. I especially love the Small Exile Necklace. Imagine how good it would look with just a white tanktop, a pair of washed out cut-offs, and a pair or jerusalem sandals? Like you would blend in and stand out at the same time. Thevenot also loves cactuses and lives with a cat she found under the Williamsburg bridge named Mouche. Cause she’s French, you know.
One thing I miss about living in Sweden is going to the final shows at my old design college, Konstfack, to see what the students have been cooking up during all those years of state-subsidised education. Luckily, my friends over there are picking out the raisins from the cake and post about it on Facebook, so I’m still slightly in the know. This year I especially loved Kakan Hermansson’s ceramics. Read her blog, too.
Every time I’ve been hanging out with Agnes Thor and some American dude asks what her full name is, they all go ‘whoohaa, that is such a great name’. I know. It’s the name of a genius and a star. Thor’s photos are sort of like her name: first they come off as dreamy, girly and sweet, amost giving a hazy David Hamilton vibe.
I’m crushing so hard on Annie Larson’s knits. They’re like wearable Memphis group furniture. She designs, knits, and assembles every piece herself in her Bushwick, Brooklyn, studio with help from a Brother KH-965i knitting machine. I found her via her instagram feed @annieleelarson, which I recommend you follow. No really. Do it. It will brighten up your day.