Celso and C-Monster arrive at the opening of the Stephen Sprouse show at Deitch. (Photos by C-M.)
For anyone wanting to short circuit their eyesight on the visual wonders of ’80s excess, look no further than Stephen Sprouse: Rock on Mars at Deitch — a throwback to the days when everyone was having a good old time amid the crack vials and the dog poo in SoHo. This fashion retrospective, by the designer known for channeling Day-Glo and punk to a high-end crowd, is relentless. Crayola colors are stirred in with velvety textures, vaguely reminding me of the outfits donned by Locomía, a high-camp fan-dancing Spanish pop group from the early ’90s. (Yes, fan-dancing!)
The best part of the show, however, has nothing to do with the fashion. It’s an upstairs wall that has been covered, top to bottom, in the designer’s personal Polaroids. Expect to see the likes of Debbie Harry, Francesco Clemente and the rest of the ’80s Interview Magazine set mugging for the camera.
The show is up until Feb. 28.
Click on images to supersize. Polaroids after the jump.
Not letting the eyes rest. Even for a second.
OMG. That’s what happened to all my Tickle-Me-Elmos.
Because no exhibit is complete without the Louis Vuitton merch.
And, the Polaroids: Starting with Debbie Harry.
Franceso Clemente, at the moment the take-out arrived. Or so it appears.
No idea who this is, but what a cutie.
No idea either, but digging the lip/nail color.
Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
And what ’80s round-up would be complete without a shot of Slaves of New York auteur Tama Janowitz and her big, big hair?
The “cutie” sorta looks like Dean Wareham of Galaxie 500?