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  • 07/10/14--21:00: Sound Check: Cibo Matto
  • In SOUND CHECK, we check in with some of our favorite musicians.

    OutKast might have been the most-hyped reunion of late, but for OC fam, Japanese-born, NYC-based duo Cibo Matto is a close second.

    Pre-Y2K, Cibo Matto was known for multi-national, poly-pop songs mostly about food (Cibo Matto does mean “weird food” in Italian, after all). Their debut album, Viva! La Woman, featured noise-pop-rock gems such as “Know Your Chicken,” “Birthday Cake,” and the excellent “Sugar Water.” As addictive as they were, however, the last Cibo Matto album dropped in 1999. 

    Now, the pop duo is back with their latest album Hotel Valentine and a slew of tour dates. Full of funky rhythms and cross-genre influences (are they rapping over a kazoo and a distressed bassline?), the album follows the funny, inane, and sometimes melancholy life of a haunted hotel’s resident ghost girl.

    We met up with Yuka Honda and Miho Hatori at Tacombi in Little Italy to get the scoop on their latest album. Read on to hear about their stoner ghost girl, Cibo Matto goddess, and “second marriage” status. And don't miss their show at MoMA PS1's Warm Up this weekend!

    JESSICA CHOU: Cibo Matto’s hiatus was about ten years (you reconvened for a tour in 2011). Was it difficult to come back and work together again?
    YUKA HONDA: We always have this joke that this relationship is a marriage, and we got married in high school too early because we got pregnant or something and we had to go, go, go. We started Cibo Matto and it took off very fast, but then eventually we got tired and we needed to take a break and have some space from each other, and that helped us appreciate each other and understand our roles a little better.
    MIHO HATORI: There’s definitely something only this combination can do. It’s very precious, and it’s like a second marriage.

    How has your mentality changed while working together this time around?
    YH: The first time we made songs as we felt.
    MH: We just started the band to play shows at clubs, and it took off further than we meant it to, which was a blessing, but we weren’t ready for the entire journey.
    YH: It’s not just about writing to record anymore. We are more conscious that we have to be able to talk about an album. There’s a journey that happens after a song is released; it’s like our child. It has its own life, it affects us, and we are not always in control of our music, so we learned that through the years.

    Did you have a specific sound in mind for Hotel Valentine?
    MH: It’s interesting because we think there is like a goddess of Cibo Matto or something like that, and that’s how we found the sound that we wanted.
    YH: It was like a quest, by this goddess of Cibo Matto who would put us through tests, almost like a Nintendo video game. What’s the next enemy? What’s the next accident we are going to have?
    MH: Like, move this giant stone to find the last word of the lyrics.

    What does this goddess look like?
    YH: I imagined someone like the cover of Viva! La Woman.
    MH: My image is a little bit closer to Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, like a very strong figure. But she has a sensitive side, too, because sometimes we have melancholia in our s

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    In STRAIGHT TRIPPIN', OC friends and family share tidbits from their travels to far-off places, from Iceland to Barcelona. This time around, Hong Thaimee––former model and current star chef––shares photos from her recent trip to Brazil during World Cup craziness.

    Name: Hong Thaimee
    Occupation: Chef at Ngam
    Travel destination: São Paulo, Brazil
    Carry-on necessities: My NARS Larger Than Life eyeliner in black and Burt's Bee lip balm
    Reading materials: The Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here For? by Rick Warren. I found this book at the Dubai airport on my last trip to Thailand and just got a chance to read it now.
    Most over-played tracks on your iPhone this trip: "The Girl From Ipanema" by Antonio Carlos Jobim
    Favorite outfit to travel in: Some sturdy booties 
    Highlight of your trip: Seeing the semi-final game at the World Cup between Argentina and Holland in the pouring rain with my beautiful Brazilian host family, truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Also finding out that there are lots of similar fruits and vegetables in Thai and Brazilian street markets. I feel right at home in Brazil, thanks to the local Brazilian chefs.
    Souvenirs you brought back: Malagueta and Cumbari chillies and a "Coador de pano" Brazilian single-serve drip coffeemaker 

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    In the midst of 2014 World Cup madness, this Saturday, Opening Ceremony will participate in the much-hyped NYC version: the 13th annual adidas Fanatic soccer tournament—or simply, Adicup. The six vs. six, all-day event is comprised of invite-only teams from the local creative and fashion community, and OC FC will be representing in our sixth straight year. With free BBQ, burgers, and refreshments on the sidelines, this is basically one big (stylish!) party. 

    • The format is simple:
    1. 6 vs. 6, 7 groups of 4 teams
    2. 3 group-stage matches of 15 minutes each
    3. Each group winner and the best 2nd-place-scoring team move on to the elimination bracket
    Opening Ceremony has been a staple at the event, along with our friends, family, and fans. The competition is tough (I got a black eye last year). And, it seems like more than a few teams have some ringers among them (is that ex-pro really working in your kitchen?), but it's a great time and our level of play has improved every year. While we haven't had great success yet on the pitch, we've proudly won the Best Kit award four out of the last five years. After all, we all know that looking good on the field is equally important as actually winning games, right?

    As a player, I've had so much fun each year that this event has rekindled my love for the game. As a fan, drinking cold beers while inhaling a pulled-pork sandwich and screaming for your friends on a pier overlooking downtown Manhattan sounds pretty ideal. Sure, sometimes the line between player and fan can blur, but beer is not recommended until you've lost your first two games and you know you're not making it to the next round.

    Team Captain Terrill Simecki and OC's Art Director Su Barber gave us the inside scoop on how Team OC's killer kits were designed over the years. Check out their captions to the left, and come back on Monday for a full blog recap! 

    2014: Drumroll, please! Presenting this year's Team OC jersey. 

    2013: We air-conditioned these kits—replacing key panels with sheer mesh. Photos courtesy of Adidas

    2012: Here, we went back to the original Opening Ceremony torch logo and covered the shorts with vintage soccer club patches. 

    2011: These kits were inspired by the classic Opening Ceremony Diamond Print Hoodie and embellished with our "Mr. Face" logo and soccer ball patches.
    2010: We made big stencils and spray-painted these on the roof of 35 Howard Street! We also developed a soccer ball iteration of the monogram logo.

    2009: The first year, the team hand-painted all the jerseys. So, when we saw professionally screen printed ones, we thought we didn't have a chance at best kits. We were really surprised when they announced us as winners. Turns out, the judges were into the concept and handmade details.

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    If we were to rattle off a list of food fads you're probably sick of hearing about, it would go something like this: Gluten-free everything, molecular gastronomy, multisensory dining (a.k.a. restaurants that bombard you with lights, sounds, smells) and, of course, Soylent

    In many ways, these trends couldn't be more dissimilar. Yet more than 80 years ago, all were predicted by a single work: The Futurist Cookbook. Written in 1932 by Futurist-movement founder Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, the book was part fiction, part political manifesto, part recipe collection. Controversial at the time, its suggestions––nix pasta from the Italian, throw dinner parties in airplane cockpits, incorporate raw camel meat and hair braised in wine––have foreshadowed modern-day cooking. 

    Which makes it all the more fascinating that the host of the Guggenheim's upcoming Futurist Dinner, part of the museum's EXHIBIT on the avant-garde movement, is Mimmetta Lo Monte, a cookbook author who, in her own words, "hates fads." But, Lo Monte is also a food historian: For Classic Sicilian Cooking and La Bella Cucina: Traditional Recipes from a Sicilian Kitchen, she collected handwritten recipes from generations of cooks. And for the past month, she's devoted herself to Marinetti's book, perfecting recipes and testing them out on friends at her home in Washington, DC. (At Tuesday's dinner, another person close to Lo Monte will get to try the dishes: her daughter Vivien Greene, the exhibition's curator.)

    According to Lo Monte, many of Marinetti's most bizarre suggestions weren't necessarily intended to be taken seriously. In one dinner chronicled in The Futurist Cookbook, guests stroke patches of silk, velvet, and sandpaper as they eat, while waiters spray them with cologne. "Marinetti is making fun of himself in many ways," says Lo Monte. "He jokes, 'I wouldn't advise this to anybody who is hungry,' and suggests that the waiter be careful not to spray perfume on the bald heads of the guests."

    In line with the political goals of Futurism, other aspects of the cookbook are less lighthearted, though equally provocative. Pasta,"makes people heavy, brutish ... skeptical, slow, pessimistic," Marinetti insisted (scooping Robert Atkins by decades), and was therefore "no food for fighters." A nationalist and supporter of Mussolini, Marinetti hoped technology would one day replace food with affordable, nutrient-rich pills that would make men of the future happier and more efficient. 

    The Guggenheim's dinner is, understandably, bypassing the Fascist for the flavorful. There will be a dessert called the "Libyan Airplane"––a purée of bananas, dates, and chestnuts arranged in the shape of a fallen aircraft (check it out in the photos to the left). An antipasto of smoked salmon, orange, and beets is pulled from what Marinetti called an "astronomical" dinner, and a green rice will be served with a purée of peas and pistachios. According to Lo Monte, some of these dishes are actually very similar to the food she ate as a girl in Palarmo, Italy. Tradition and Futurism aren't always at odds, perhaps: "There are many forgotten recipes that, were you to pull them, you wouldn't think they are traditional."

    ANTI-PASTA: A Dinner Inspired by Italian Futurism will be held Tuesday, July 15 at 8 PM.  | Italian Futurism, 1909-1944: Reconstructing the Univers

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  • 07/10/14--21:00: Week In Haiku: July 7
  • WEEK IN HAIKU is a week in review for the well-dressed––and the well-versed.

    Performance art and
    a Pokemon festival––
    take this LA tour.

    Grind, kick-flip, Dylan
    Reider skates with style. We
    have pics to prove it.

    Dennis Hopper’s ghost,
    a gorgeous one-eyed cowboy,
    Welcome to Marfa...

    Tinashe is hot
    and so is her single. Peep
    our interview here!

    Will OC win best
    soccer kit again this year?
    Stay tuned Saturday.

    Clockwise, from top left: SO IT GOES MAGAZINE PHOTOGRAPHS DYLAN RIEDERThe Look: TinasheMarfa Film Festival: On The Road With Buttercup BillMost Fashionable Player: The Making of OC's fanatic kits

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    Sure, you can order a pommes-frites with curry ketchup and pronounce Dries Van Noten's name without a hitch. But can you really get by in Belgium? Our Slang Dictionary will make sure of it. 

    Belgians are notoriously humble and unpretentious, so when someone starts acting like he’s the cat’s meow, they’ll quickly bring him down to earth and call him a dikkenek. Your average dikkenek drives a BMW or Porsche Cayenne, lives in Antwerp and casually drapes a Lacoste sweater over his shoulders. Originally a Flemish word, francophone Belgians embraced the term as well: see the popular 2006 comedy Dikkenek, where main character Jean-Claude plays the prototypical dikkenek: a cocky playboy who can’t stop blathering about his romantic conquests. In other words, someone who thinks he’s the center of the world, or as they’d say in Flanders: “What a dikkenek! That guy thinks the equator runs through his ass.”

    Example sentence:
    What a dikkenek! That guy thinks the equator runs through his ass. / Wat een dikkenek! Die kerel denkt dat de evenaar door zijn gat loopt. 

    We'll be rolling out more Belgian slang throughout the summer! Submit your own words to WEBSTORE@OPENINGCEREMONY.US with the subject line "Belgian Slang".

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    On the heels of Paris Haute Couture Fashion Week comes curator Olivier Saillard’s exhibit on French fashion in the 1950s at Paris’ Palais Galliera, an elegant and ostentatious Renaissance palace housing the Musée de la Mode. On opening day, the Galliera was spinning with French women, dressed in their Sunday best, dispersing Chanel No. 5 through the exhibit, and taking us back more effectively than the historical blurbs plastered to the walls.

    The show is a fitting reminder of the era that inspires many designers today. Dior’s creative director Raf Simons said of this year’s collection, one that combined eighteenth-century courts and the pure geometric forms of the 1950s with the space age: “How the foundations of one era are based on another, how the future is based on the past; that is what I found fascinating.” It is a period of fashion that has a lexicon of its own: “basques, petticoats, corolla skirts, pointed shoes, bright-coloured floral and striped prints, wasp-waist suits with straight skirts, strapless sheath dresses, cocktail dresses, rock crystal embroidery: such was the couture of the '50s” is how Saillard describes it, and all of these iconic styles find their way into this modestly sized exhibit. At the time, these silhouettes were the source of scandal—the skirts, both too long and too full, were the embodiment of excess, a shock to a society that had adapted itself to rationing and suppressed femininity.

    The exhibit opens with the show-stealer: Christian Dior’s “Bonbon” (Candy) Day Dress from 1947-48. Both an innovation and a commercial success, it sits at the cusp of haute couture and ready-to-wear, and plays upon the contradictions of its time: brass buttons and a severe collar echoing a military aesthetic are paired with a soft rose-pink, pleated flouncing skirt that defies the weight of its heavy wool-twill fabric. Forty-nine percent of French couture export revenue came from Dior alone, and his presence in this era is reflected in the organization of the exhibit.

    The knowing innocence of the Chanel pieces is almost shocking—we receive her as she might have been at the time—abrasively understated and lightweight next to her contemporaries. After the severe and imposing femininity of the hyper-structured Dior, Balenciaga, and Jacques Fath, the 71-year-old Gabrielle Chanel’s androgynous, laid-back cuts are nothing short of rebellious.

    Balenciaga Afternoon dresses (the term itself evoking at once the leisure, boredom, and confinement of the lives of these women) bunched together, attract the older crowd, while a side gallery with swimwear excites a younger one of foreign students. A Madame Grès two-piece printed summer skirt and crop top seems as though it’s been commissioned for Beyoncé’s next Brazil-themed visual album; its modernity makes the mature crowd instantly invigorated.

    Like any history book that reveals more of the present it was written in than the past it retells, this exhibit gives a heightened voice to the influence of the couturiers of the '50s. Simons said of this year’s collection: “I was interested in the process of finding something extremely modern, through something very historical." But this is nothing new—this is what Balmain’s Antonia did in 1954.

    The exhibit reminds us of why we even bother with haute couture—a question that the industry is constantly asking itself. Yet perhaps most importantly, the exhibit reveals that the couture industry, even in its height, was forced to ask itself the same question. There were 106 couture houses in 1946, and only 36 remained in 1958. W

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    If you haven't begun to search for the perfect autumn wardrobe, consider Japanese cult label Toga Pulla's latest collection your Pre-Fall survival kit.

    Tokyo-based designer YASUKO FURUTA fashioned a preppy, bohemian, and most of all transitional collection appropriate for both lingering summer days and the first brisk weeks of autumn. For warmer days, there are wear-with-all tees like the THERMAL JERSEY TOP 2, above-the-knee skirts such as the MOHAIR JACQUARD KNIT SKIRT, and even dress shirts (the PRINT SHIRT) that can be worn alone, under a blazer, or even with a light jacket.

    When the weather dips, the chunky and printed sweaters such as the HIGH NECK RIB KNIT PULLOVER 2 or the MOHAIR JACQUARD KNIT PULLOVER will be your go-tos all season long. And for more sophisticated occasions, turn to a striped shirtdresse or a pair of wool trousers embellished with a peplum for a more polished look. And to finish this Pre-Fall offering, the BONDING WOOL COAT 2, equipped with a shearling collar, will keep you stylishly toasty when that mocha latte ain't just cutting it. 

    Shop all Toga Pulla here
    Striped Dress in navy

    Sleeveless Print Dress 2 in white/navy
    Bonding Wool Coat 2 in grey
    Mohair Jacquard Knit Pullover in green
    High Neck Rib Knit Pullover 2 in navy
    Mohair Jacquard Knit Cardigan in grey

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  • 07/13/14--21:00: Have Your Art And Eat It Too
  • Art as food (or food as art) is hardly new in the cultural zeitgeist, but one LA restaurant is taking the gallery institution out to eat. Thank You For Coming, an art collective of sorts, brings food and creative expression together in a restaurant, where proceeds from the full-service eatery benefits artist residencies.

    So while the restaurant is serving lunch and dinner Thursday through Sunday, artists like Jason Metcalf and Meg Boyle are creating a two-year supply of emergency food storage (to survive the imminent apocalypse), and Genevieve Erin O'Brien is exploring the ways food illustrates self-identity, in relationship to community, identity, and culture. 

    One such artist-in-residence, Karen Atkinson, is focusing on "Social Dinnerware," collaborating with chefs and more to create dinnerware and ceramics meant to comment on the nature of dining socially. "I want to create things where people would be talking about them, so wacky servince plates, or a mug that forces you to share, something that is a way for people to socialize over eating," Atkinson says. Last Saturday, Thank You For Coming showcased Atkinson's works at a tapas party. "We were really interested in the idea of bringing art projects and events around food to the public in an accessible way," co-founder Jenn Su says. "[With Karen,] she's interested in the functionality of her works; they're not precious. Art isn't just supposed to be behind glass."

    Check out some of Atkinson's pieces to the left, plus her recipe for an excellent boozy dish: Drunkin' Cherry Tomatoes, a perfect party appetizer. Best yet? You'll get some leftover tomato-infused vodka for Bloody Marys the day after.

    Drunkin' Cherry Tomatoes

    1 pint ripe cherry tomatoes
    2/3 good vodka
    1 tablespoon ground cumin
    2 tablespoon sea salt
    1 or 2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh cilantro leaves

    1. Puncture tomatoes with a toothpick.
    2. Add vodka and let set for 2 to 3 hours, stirring occasionally.
    3. Drain and reserve for Bloody Marys.
    4. Serve with the salt, cumin, and cilantro mixed together in a small bowl for dipping.

    Photos courtesy of Thank You For Coming

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    Roy Choi is the unrivaled culinary native son of Los Angeles and ultimate multi-hyphenate: chef, trendsetter, Twitter mastermind. Roy single-handedly ushered in the era of the food truck in 2008 with Kogi BBQ, his fleet of Korean taco trucks that continues to gather crowds across SoCal, and he has playfully reinvented the Los Angeles food scene ever since––from Chinatown's rice bowl heaven-house Chego to Culver City's Hawaiian-inspired A-Frame (located inside a former IHOP).

    POT is Roy's newest venture, a Korean-inspired restaurant in the heart of Koreatown at the Line Hotel. It's also a wild combination of all things LA: hip-hop, weed, the immigrant experience, and, of course, delicious laid-back food such as Kalbi, the Korean-barbecue staple. "On the weekends [growing up] we would all get together, go to the park, barbecue, and just kind of chill and be ourselves," he told us when we interviewed him about POT's version of the dish. "Kalbi represents that for me." In line with the summer-party vibe is POT's music, a cocktail of '90s R&B classics like Boyz II Men, R. Kelly, Aaliyah, and, of course, Mariah. In Roy's words: "You're eating a Kalbi, slurping crab, and Mariah Carey comes on? Girls go fucking crazy!" Which OC-favorite jam from '96 was the original inspiration for POT? Watch the video to find out. 

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    Haven't shopped Opening Ceremony's sale yet? What are you waiting for? With markdowns up to 70% off, trust, more than a few of us spent the weekend online shopping. So, the only thing left for us to do was round up our top picks (for guys and girls) of the best steals. From Kiko Mizuhara for Opening Ceremony to Christopher Kane to Kenzo, everything we chose is under $100! 

    Kiko Mizuhara for Opening Ceremony Knit Cropped Top in white, $58
    Opening Ceremony Jellie Jersey Handkerchief Dress in black, $78
    Kenzo Pacific Wave Tee in optic white, $84
    Plumpynuts Military Skirt in navy, $98
    Opening Ceremony Jindo Thong Sandals in jet black, $98
    Kenzo Flower Blocked Ruffled One-Piece in cobalt, $95
    Opening Ceremony Water Print Jean Skirt in peony blue multi, $98
    Pamela Love OC-Exclusive Skull Necklace in red/white/blue, $68
    J Brand/ Christopher Kane High-Rise Shorts in pink, $65
    Opening Ceremony x Elvis Girls Girls Girls Sweater, $77

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    Who needs Brazil when you have the Brooklyn Bridge Park? This Saturday, the OC universe gathered on the banks of the East River to watch our very own summer soccer spectacle: the Adidas Fanatic Cup. The tournament, a downtown NYC staple for 13 years, pits teams from Momofuku, V Magazine, BLK DNM, Acne Studios, The Standard, and our very own Opening Ceremony against each other. Clearly, with this crowd, it's also a party: on Saturday, guests mingled over beer, Mister Softee, and barbecue all afternoon, while the 28 teams played 49 matches (soundtracked by Know-Wave and Wrecked). Soho Jamaican spot Miss Lily's took home the prize, Psyop best jerseys, and OC the best team spirit. Check out our pictures, powered by the Leica C CAMERA, to the left!

    Read our story on the history of OC's Adicup kits HERE | See all past coverage of the event HERE
    Go OC! Daisuke steals the ball from V MagazinePhotos by Matthew Kelly

    Tough men 


    Expert dribbling from Robert!

    Opening Ceremony won the award for best soccer kit four out of the last five years. This year, it went to Psyop, but we snagged best team spirit!
    Clearly, if there had been an award for best sunglasses game, we would have won it, too.

    Wrecked and KNOW-WAVE (also a contestent!) DJed

    Christina, Cynthia, Shay, Alice

    A half-time MUST HAVE: The Cheero Mini Power Plus


    Sean and Riley

    Matheus in a very necessary sun shield

    Who needs Brazil when you have the Brooklyn Bridge Park? 

    James and Riley


    Daisuke and Janet

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    "Can you get any finance people to come to the opening tomorrow?" the curator asked. Friday afternoon at TRANSFER Gallery in Bushwick, OC was previewing Spanish artist Claudia Maté's new exhibit Sweet Finances!, which would open officially the next day. The walls were covered with prints of market data, colorful arrangements of lines and dots that we might have mistaken for spilled Skittles had we not known they were from Yahoo Finance. In an installation at the center of the room, eight screens hovered around a rug in the shape of a $100 bill. "It's the Bloomberg terminal," Maté explained, pointing to a Macbook whose keyboard was stuck with fake terminal command stickers she bought on Amazon (the real thing is available via Bloomberg L.P. for a yearly subscription of $24,000).

    Wall Street represents different things to different people: power, success, the 1%, Illuminati conspiracy. For Maté, it's an aesthetic. Like many artists right now, her work explores the relationship between art and money, though not in the expected way. Instead of highlighting the commodity status of art objects à la Jeff Koons, Maté explores the artistry of commodity markets. "Forget the meaning behind the data––Maté’s landscapes represent the beauty of financial data on its own terms," according to the press release. 

    Finance wields enormous influence over the art world, and Maté is turning the tables, reprogramming financial data according to her own artistic vision. In one of the two apps she created for the show, avatars based on photos of real London bankers (striped ties, grey suits, receding hairlines) cycle between emotions of joy and fury as stock prices of various companies rise and fall. Like the faux-terminal, it's cartoony and tongue-in-cheek. Still, the exhibit doesn't let you forget that somewhere in the world, a living, breathing, possibly balding man could be sobbing over this very data. "IMPORTANT! All the stock markets worldwide have been closed," the release warned showgoers on Saturday. "Please do not make financial decisions based on this data."

    In another app, which will be available to online this month, the user chooses a stock, a date range, and a color palette, and is presented with a unique visual rendering which they can purchase as a physical print via PayPal, for prices ranging from $500 to $1,000. Who does Maté expect will buy them? "If I worked in finance, I would buy this," she said. "It's a perfect excuse to buy art." At the same time, she admitted, it's not always easy to get flush Wall Streeters to art openings, particularly in Bushwick. "[Brooklyn] is far," Maté said. "And they don't always like art."

    Through August 2 every Saturday from 2-7 PM, or by appointment

    TRANSFER Gallery
    1030 Metropolitan Ave.
    Brooklyn, NY 11211

    A screenshot from one of the two apps that Maté designed for Sweet Finances!, featuring avatars based on photos of real London bankers.

    An installation in Claudia Maté's Sweet Finances! at TRANSFER G

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    With LVMH as a new investor, designer Jonathan Anderson's Fall 2014 menswear show was certainly more polished than in years past, but J.W. Anderson, true to its DNA, had a strong offering of experimental and boundary-defiant shapes.

    This season, the London-based designer played with the idea of abstract, architectural design, but with a noted dose of coziness in the knits and patterns. Believe the Brits call it, mumsy. Take the TUBULAR BIB KNIT TOP: The sheath-like, ribbed façade resembles a contemporary cult favorite, the cape (not to mention a Piet Mondrian). Texture has always been a strong focus for Anderson; pay close attention to the PERFORATED DUFFLE COAT (undershirt optional) or the genius MULTI-SEAM LONG SLEEVE TOP, reminiscent of tufted upholstery. 

    Other pieces were functional, yet attention-provoking. The LOGO SWEATSHIRT has the perfect characteristics of a classic crewneck, but hiding behind the "JW" insignia rest a gloss, floral jacquard print at the center. 

    Shop all J.W. Anderson here
    Tubular Bib Knit Top in red/blue
    Perforated Duffle Coat in black
    All-Over Wave Print Tee in red/blue
    Jacquard Shirt in silver
    Multi-Seam Long Sleeve Top in grey
    Logo Sweatshirt in grey

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  • 07/14/14--21:00: New York State Of Undress
  • In the summer heat, when all you want to wear is nothing, how do find that one article of clothing that still says, "Hey World, It's Me"? Fiona Duncan explores. 

    Seeking difference, I dye my hair red. A shade greedy for light, it sucks up the sun and burns my crown. My friend Durga calls the color Bridget Fonda in Single White Female. Mekele says Under the Pink Tori Amos. I can't tell what tone it is, only how it feels—like a dropped pin on a Google Map, like a fire started from a magnifying glass, like Not Me (the title of a favorite book of poems, one of which goes, “Summer as a / time to do / nothing and make / no money”).

    In summer, I look in mirrors as much as ever but hold onto nothing. Today, I left the house without underwear, took a seat on the A train, and made a lychee-round stain on the tail end of my pale jersey dress; in the few blocks walk it took to evaporate, I considered the difference between careless and carefree.

    “Summer in New York is sexy,” a poetics PhD repeated to me three weeks ago on a pedestrian sidewalk in downtown Montreal—encouraging my return home. I left New York for a month because I kept saying, "I'm choking on culture.” Abroad, I declined invitations to museums and met people in parks instead. I told everyone I had no idea why anyone lived in New York. Five days back in my home borough, though, and I remember: because it's sexy.

    July and August in New York are sexy to me (bacchanalian) for the dissolution of differences in space, time, and class. Inside and outside feel the same. Night and day, too. The rich skip town, leaving a more Canadian wealth distribution behind, and the culture calendar slows—with fewer film festivals, art fairs, and fashion weeks—time seems to expand. 

    Littler, more localized differences arise, like tan lines, freckles, and sweat stains. Clothes frustrate. Synthetic fabrics suffocate the skin and cling. T-shirts want laundering halfway through the day. In short shorts, your thighs stick to subway seats. Perspiration pools in jewels. Minimalism becomes a necessity.

    Come fall's layers, I’m always pained by the return of my sidewalk inventorying. Expertising in contemporary fashion markets, I think I can count a person's wealth, or their desired projection of wealth, in a quick body scan. This becomes a primary language of my social life. In summer, to my relief, most of both 99 and one percent of citizens undress.

    With the body revealed, New Yorkers' fetishes are fed, as it’s specifics that get the pervert off—puffy nipples, concave clavicles, toe cleavage, love handles. "It's like the summer's a natural aphrodisiac," Fresh Prince truthed in 1991. "The weather is hot and girls are dressing less, And checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best." And here is my "new definition of summertime madness": giving into my body's chaos, and up on decoding others, I groove to these 88 humid degrees.

    Curious if my sweat surrender is common, needing a secondary for this self-indulgent discussion, I walked next door yesterday afternoon. That's where Hari Nef, a fellow Adult Magazine columnist, lives. Hari opened the door in black sports sliders like mine, bleached-thin jeans like mine, and a cap sleeve top not unlike mine. She seemed less pleased with her uniform simplicity than me.

    "I get very frustrated in summer," Hari told me. "Because I like to

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    In Straight Trippin', OC friends and family share tidbits from their latest travels. This time around, OC's Zoë Wendel shares some photos from a recent trip to Jamaica. 

    Name: Zoë Wendel
    Occupation: Senior accessories designer at Opening Ceremony
    Travel destination: Jamaica
    Carry-on necessities: OC Dart Sunglasses and Fujifilm Instax 210 Camera
    Reading materials: The Essays of Truman Capote
    Most over-played tracks on your iPhone this trip: "Dance Pon The Corner" by Sister Nancy
    Favorite outfit to travel in: Opening Ceremony Theroux Two-Layer Dress with my vintage denim jacket and vans and adidas Originals x OC woven leather baseball cap
    Highlight of your trip: Swimming before breakfast EVERY DAY! Best way to start your day—jump in the ocean at 7 AM!
    Souvenirs you brought back: Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee beans, towel (as seen in photo), and the best new music in the dance hall scene. You can buy mixtapes for around $2 on the streets—picked up some Demarco, Tommy Lee, Gage, Spice, Kalado, Alkaline, Tiana, Kranium, the infamous Vybz Kartel and more.

    "Peace! In front of the Treasure Beach shopping complex." -Zoë

    The amazing Treasure Beach shopping complex, which currently includes a karaoke bar, motorcycle shop, and soon-to-open guest house. Looks like a giant birthday cake.

    The iconic '70s Jamaica tourist poster
    The beautiful YS Falls—a natural waterfall in St. Elizabeth Parish

    Red Stripe delivery! Official beer of Jamaica (and the US, hah) 

    "Watch Out For Dogs!!!"

    At the mysterious "Blue Hole" in Roaring River. This is a fresh-water, natural spring that they say has been around since the beginning of time!

    Kool Kat Bar & Fun—super-cool and fun

    A very special souvenir we picked up in Negril

    Blue Mountain Coffee Shop in Negril. This place has be

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    Walking around New York City's Chinatown with Wilson Tang is almost like walking around with a celebrity; every couple of steps, someone stops to say hi, to shake his hand. And it makes sense: Tang is the second-generation owner of Nom Wah Tea Parlor, a dim sum joint synonymous with "Chinatown institution." The restaurant, which has been around for almost 94 years, is almost a hallmark to the unchanging landscape of the neighborhood.

    On an island as small as Manhattan, however, Chinatown isn't immune to change. Small mom-and-pop joints are being replaced by swank tea houses, while a bevy of high-end eateries are crowding around the eastern border. One of those restaurants? Fung Tu, Tang's second restaurant in collaboration with Per Se veteran Jonathan Wu. 

    "I'm in a very unique position because I have one foot in this very old-school Chinese world—my chef has been with my family for 30 years—and on the other hand, Fung Tu is an interpretation of Chinese food, and it's a totally different thing," Tang says. "So I see all the changes in Chinatown, but I'm also part of that change."

    So, what used to be an area filled with dumpling houses and grocery stores is now getting pushed out, thanks to higher rents, a real estate difficulty that even the best restaurants cannot avoid. "There's this whole boom in the Lower East Side, and now it's starting to creep into Chinatown a little bit more," Tang says. "Chinatown is the last frontier of places that haven’t been gentrified. It's this enclave of tenements buildings, mostly held by Chinese owners, and we are are starting to see people who want to rent their storefront to a restaurant, gallery, or boutique."

    Nevertheless, the heart of Chinatown remains, and though some of Tang's favorite places (Yuen Yuen, for instance) have fallen to sky-high rents, some remain. Meanwhile, the restaurants that are moving in are bringing in a new kind of Chinese restaurant, eschewing the takeout joint for something a little more...hipster. Here, Tang shares some favorites from old and new Chinatown, plus a Fung Tu recipe for duck-stuffed dates, an innovative take on classic red-bean stuffed dates.

    The Classic Restaurant:
    OLD: Mee Sun Cafe, 26 Pell Street
    "This place is dope. You can get rice dishes, Hong Kong-style sandwiches, salt-baked chicken over rice. I used to go to Chinese school on Mott Street, so we would come by to grab some steamed buns in the morning."
    NEW: HONG KONG STATION, 45 Bayard Street
    "The owner, Wallace, is a guy from Hong Kong and took this whole noodle concept, where you choose what noodles you want, what soup base, and what toppings. This was ten years ago. What a pioneer."

    The Tea House:
    OLD: Mei Lai Wah Coffee, 64 Bayard Street

    "This place has been here a really long time, and they specialize in afternoon tea time. They've expanded their menu to include

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  • 07/14/14--21:00: Sound Check: Jim-E Stack
  • In SOUND CHECK, we check in with some of our favorite musicians.

    On first listen to Jim-E Stack’s 2012 “Come Between,” a bouncy bass beat complete with surprising, sophisticated breakdowns and just the right amount of swing, it was clear the then 20-year-old was just getting warmed up. Flash forward two years and some syrupy-yet-soaring remix work on A$AP Rocky and Sky Ferreira’s tracks, and Stack is back with a serious bang. His forthcoming debut full length Tell Me I Belong––out July 28 via Innovative Leisure––draws from varied veins of club traditions, masterfully weaving these diverse influences into a cohesive and emotionally poignant body of music. There’s only seven other apartments in my building, but you can be damned sure every one of them knows “Reassuring,” Tell Me I Belong’s lead single, at the rate I’ve been blasting it. 

    Having just wrapped a tour with fellow young gun SHLOHMO, I caught up with Jim-E about digging for different sounds, the cities he’s called home, and his favorite middle school bangers. 

    EMILY MANNINGTell Me I Belong draws together sounds from a wide variety of genres—some house, techno, Baltimore club, grime, '80s R&B. How do you dig for your sounds?
    JIM-E STACK: I have a folder on my computer of crap—random sounds I like or acapellas and vocal parts of a song—that I’ve accumulated over the years. A good deal of samples found on the record—whether they’re drum sounds, some vocal parts, or even piano melodies—I ripped from records in high school and held onto. It’s more about finding the right things to draw from my already existing collection of music and put them together in ways that make sense to me.

    What makes something click for you when you’re putting it together?
    If it just sounds different. Something that doesn’t sound normal: a drum that doesn’t sound typical of what you’d find on a normal record, a vocal with a voice that’s kind of weird, or a piano that’s been recorded shitty but turns out sounding kind of cool. 

    Can you tell us a little more about Innovative Leisure? What motivated your decision to sign to the label?
    Once I finished the demos of my record, it had been circulated through a select number of labels for consideration. Innovative Leisure was one of those labels that had voiced interest in me as an artist pretty early on—they really liked what they heard in terms of the record. But, the one thing they said to me that really stood out when I was talking to them and considering them as an option was that they recognized my record as having a lot of soul to it. Jamie Strong, who’s a co-owner of the label, said that’s something they try and look for: music with soul.

    What’s the first piece of music you made that you remember being really proud of?
    I was in a band in

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    Sure, you can order a pommes-frites with curry ketchup and pronounce Dries Van Noten's name without a hitch. But can you really get by in Belgium? Our Slang Dictionary will make sure of it. 

    Oaf, doofus, nitwit, dork, idiot, chump, blockhead, dumbbell, goon, birdbrain, simpleton, dunce: the English language seems inexhaustible when it comes to deriding the dim-witted. But, when you have a Belgian friend with the elegance and intellect of a church bell, all you need to say is: “Quelle cloche!”

    Example sentence:
    What a cloche! He keeps stumbling over his own feet. / Quelle cloche! Il n’arrête pas de trébucher sur ses propres pieds. 

    We'll be rolling out more Belgian slang throughout the summer! Submit your own words to WEBSTORE@OPENINGCEREMONY.US with the subject line "Belgian Slang".

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    It's not quite Thursday, but here's a throwback anyway. When pop-culture junkie Jeremy Scott debuted his first collection for the house of Moschino, the fashion elite was intrigued. Not even the rich and famous can resist junk/fast-food parodies and nostalgic references, apparently. You’ve seen the runway images and street-style snaps of celebrities rocking the irreverent Moschino (not McDonald’s) “M” uniform. Well, now, OC is proud to serve up a fresh batch of handbags and backpacks of the same quirky motif.

    For the Fall/Winter 2014 accessories, Scott reintroduced us to the '90s unapologetic love of gaudy, flashy iconography. Perhaps the most prominent aspect of the pieces came in the Chanel-resembling, diamond quilt—a design fun-poking house founder, Franco Moschino, would surely approve. Whether it's the QUILTED SHOULDER BAG W/CHARMS or the QUILTED BACKPACK W/CHARMS, with the brassy and iconic "MOSCHINO" logo dangling freely from an ornate chain strap, or even the LOGO LABELED DRAWSTRING PURSE, these pieces translate a sexy-yet-sporty vibe Lil' Kim or the cast of Clueless would have fought for.  

    Shop all Moschino here

    Quilted Backpack w/Charms in red
    Logo Labeled Small Shoulder Bag in red
    Quilted Shoulder Bag w/Charms in black
    Logo Labeled Drawstring Purse in black

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