Anyone who visits and reads LADYPANTS almost always comments on the photographs and the identity of their maker. Cleon Grey, I reply–but he’s incredibly humble about his work. Doesn’t even consider himself a photographer. Still a student of the medium, he belives. I’ll grab for my phone and show pictures of his other work that debunk his preconceived, almost self-effacing, ideas of his talents, while he fidgets out of embarrassment. He would never, but I would…so I do.
And today is no different. Today marks the launch of his new site, Layonbone–a world he has been working fastidiously on for months; creating, documenting, and perfecting for that trained eye. The eye that can identify and engage with art, beauty, intuition, and wit.
In fact, it’s probably a tad insulting to even call this project a “site” or a “blog”; it’s really reductive of a word, considering Cleon’s intent and message. He wants to bring back the connoisseurship we’ve all lost as a spectator or patron; a brand of knowledge and aptitude when it comes to sussing out the mediocrity from the greats. After visiting Layonbone, I think you’ll want to join this movement, and demand more from our image and tastemakers. I know I do.
Check out our shoot “Bodega Chic” and his other arresting images on Layonbone here now!
In recent weeks I have begun to fear something awful: that my style sources are redundant at best and reductive, at worst… I have begun to fear that it may be terribly trite for a modern young American woman like myself to admit that she looks to French women for styling cues, especially considering the emergent crop of style icons popping up stateside, and our female citizenry’s embarrassing impulse to break into song and dance over the mere mention of a Parisian make-over (cue Audrey Hepburn and Gene Kelly).
There is a line in the beloved “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” that has stayed with me through the years: the line that beckons to the whimsy and euphoria luxury can wield on an unsuspecting party. The movie’s protagonist Holly Golightly, played by the bewitching Audrey Hepburn, is sauntering throughout the Tiffany’s jewelry store, mesmerized by the surrounding beauty and tells her love interest, Paul/”Fred”, “…Nothing very bad could happen to you there.” A diamond twinkles at her…a ruby winks…the store simply lays itself out to her, embracing her in all sorts of metaphorical ways. The nuisances and humdrums of everyday life fade away and everyone is swept up into the glamour and romance of it all.
I hate to be so dramatic, but I harkened back to this line when I found myself at the recent Miu Miu Musings event held in NYC last week. Everything so shiny, everything so glittery: no, nothing very bad could happen here.