nohway

Archive for October, 2012|Monthly archive page

WHEN BLACK SUPERMODELS RULED THE WORLD

In Uncategorized on October 16, 2012 at 7:11 am

Oscar de la Renta’s show at the Palace of Versailles in 1973. | KAPLAN/ SIPA

 

A wonderful new film focuses on the legendary “Battle of Versailles” in 1973 which saw American designers triumphing for the first time over the French, largely due to the magical grace and beauty of the most stylish sorority of unforgettable sisters.

 

Read about it in GAY CITY NEWS here,

as well as my review of the film in FILM JOURNAL INTERNATIONAL here

 

http://gaycitynews.com/the-battle-of-versailles/

 

 

Advertisements

THREE WONDERFUL ARTISTS: RACHELLE RAK, TITUSS BURGESS AND THE LATE ANTONIO LOPEZ

In Uncategorized on October 16, 2012 at 6:52 am

Tituss Burgess

 

Rachelle, Tituss, and Antonio

Added by admin on October 10, 2012.
Saved under Around Town, Gallery, Music & Dance, Nightlife, Theater

Share This Post

 

Rachelle Rak, the ultimate Broadway gypsy, is finally playing Sheila in “A Chorus Line.”

A fashion study by Antonio Lopez exemplifying the style and often highly androgynous sexiness he was known for.

A series of Antonio Lopez’s Polaroids of Karl Lagerfeld.

 

Read all about ’em in my column in the latest GAY CITY NEWS

 

http://gaycitynews.com/rachelle-tituss-and-antonio/

OFFENSIVE, RACIST, IGNORANT WRITING IN THE NEW YORK TIMES

In Uncategorized on October 16, 2012 at 6:45 am

I wrote this letter to the Times in response to Alastair Macaulay’s truly offensive, salacious and ignorant review of this hula performance, but of course they haven’t printed it – this critic needs to make an apology, as does the “Good” Grey Lady, herself, for printing it.

To the Editor:

In decades of reading the Times’ arts coverage, I have never come across anything so repellently misinformed as Alastair Macaulay’s Oct. 8 review of the hula performance of the Ka Leo O Laka I Ka Hikina O Ka La company, at City Center on Oct. 4.

The “jockstraps” Mr. Macaulay described in obnoxiously salacious terms are actually “malo,” traditional Hawaiian male attire that stretches back centuries, as does the art of hula itself. Mr. Macaulay continued to display his ignorance throughout his review, labeling the dancers’ moves part “martial arts,” which have nothing to do with traditional hula. His condescension towards the dancers’ other costumes, also fully traditional, which he described “high testosterone Christmas decorations,” again was unseemly, and his comment, “So this was traditional Hawaiian fare, and to be taken seriously,” smacked of the rankest kind of colonial patronization, undoubtedly similar to that of his British forebears, when first encountering native people, themselves.

Mr. Macaulay is clearly ignorant of the history, intricacies and depth of this magnificent art form of ancient hula, known as “kahiko,” which was accompanied only by chanting and percussive instruments. Kahiko is formed from a uniform movement of dancers, which evidently bored him, but which has viscerally thrilled more informed audiences, like at the annual Merrie Monarch hula festival in Hawaii, named for King Kalakaua (who helped reinstate the dance), which has long attracted international attention.

As for Mr. Macaulay’s stated preference for hula in grass skirts – more ignorant condescension – he should know that this more familiar genre is called “auana” (modern hula), which came into being in the 19th century, acclaimed for its lyrical grace, in contrast to kahiko’s aggressive starkness, and is accompanied by melodic singing, steel guitars and the like, familiar from Hollywood movies. Hula, it should be known, like the Hawaiian language itself, was long banned in Hawaii by repressive, emigrant missionary forces, preferring that the natives read the Bible, sing hymns and peacefully hand over their land.

Hula was not merely a dance – with ever-present, secret, gestural meanings which added complexity – but also a way of recording history in movement and through the poetry of its chants. I am frankly shocked that the Times would print such a purely offensive review, which is tantamount to a person saying that many of Alvin Ailey’s dances smack of the jungle and could be less wildly flailing and more formal, in the way, say, of Mr. Macaulay’s beloved classical ballet, in which field I fully give him credit as an authority.

David Noh
(arts writer, born in Hawaii, contributor to GAY CITY NEWS, FILM JOURNAL INTERNATIONAL, HOLLYWOOD REPORTER, etc.)

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/09/arts/dance/fall-for-dance-at-city-center-with-hawaiian-and-indian-work.html

 

Indian Fusion and Traditional Hula

By
Published: October 8, 2012

 

With buttocks, torsos and legs bare and handsomely muscular, the 11 male performers of Ka Leo O Laka I Ka Hikina O Ka La, closing Fall for Dance’s fourth program on Thursday night, created a frisson made up of odd contradictions. There was a touch of Chippendales about their attire — garlands and jockstraps in a very fetching green — and yet their manner was earnest. Their dances (the choreography was by Kumu Hula Kaleo Trinidad) were largely a mixture of ritual and martial arts, vividly showing firm rhythms on the spot to face left, front and right.

Andrea Mohin/The New York Times

Fall for Dance The Ka Leo O Laka I Ka Hikina O Ka La company with “Hula Kane: The Ancient Art of Hawaiian Male Dance,” on Thursday at City Center.

 

Throughout the performance 10 women, more fully garbed, sat at the back of the stage, playing drums, and one man, on a platform, chanted. So this was traditional Hawaiian fare, and to be taken seriously. When the 11 men returned to the stage with big green sashes round their hips, however, they looked like high-testosterone Christmas decorations. Their underwear always looked incongruous in dance routines so largely declaratory. I kept concentrating on the few little moves that felt less formal: an occasional turning-in of the parted knees and, now and then, the rotations of the pelvis that we associate with Hawaiian hula (a genre of which I’ve seen too little, but which I’ve preferred when it’s kitted in grass skirts).