The
comparison was apt, given Mr. Slimane’s celebrity and his role in
styling the likes of Mick Jagger, David Bowie and Jack White, and the
outsize reputation he garnered in his relatively brief life as a fashion
designer, starting at Yves Saint Laurent in 1996, when he was just 28,
and then at Dior in 2000.
Few
people leave their profession when they are at the top of the game. In
fashion, perhaps only Tom Ford comes to mind. But even Mr. Ford — after a
stint in Hollywood that culminated in his direction of the
Oscar-nominated “A Single Man” — came back into the fold and is now
designing again.
But
Mr. Slimane seems to have left fashion behind with nary a second
thought, reinventing himself as a photographer in the past few years,
one who has produced an array of strikingly intimate portraits, nearly
all of them black and white, of some of the most famous faces in
contemporary culture: Amy Winehouse, Lady Gaga, Brian Wilson, Gisele
Bundchen, Robert De Niro and Kate Moss.
Never
one to talk volubly about himself — interviews from when he was at
Saint Laurent and Dior were infrequent, and now read as if they might
have been slightly torturous for the young designer — Mr. Slimane has
remained somewhat elusive in his new career. He regularly declines to
talk to the press and consented to an interview only under the condition
that it be conducted solely by e-mail.
His
post fashion life has not gone entirely unnoticed, however. Most
recently, Mr. Slimane’s photographs of an all-grown-up Frances Bean
Cobain — the daughter of Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love — became an
Internet sensation, bringing Mr. Slimane’s name back into the public
domain.
Those
portraits of Ms. Cobain — “It was about a simple testimony of her 18
years,” Mr. Slimane wrote in an e-mail — followed a series of
well-received gallery shows in Europe and the release of a new book of
Mr. Slimane’s photos, “Anthology of a Decade: 2000-2010.” And now there
is the unveiling of an exhibition of his new work, “California Song,”
which opens on Saturday at the Los Angeles Museum of Contemporary Art Pacific Design Center.
Taken together, they represent something of a coming-out party for Hedi Slimane, photographer.
Certainly,
for Jeffrey Deitch, recently appointed the director of the Los Angeles
museum, Mr. Slimane’s work is worthy of a major multimedia exhibition,
which will include prints and projections and feature music by No Age, a
Los Angeles band.
“I’ve
always, from the beginning, thought that he was one of the most
original artistic voices of his generation,” Mr. Deitch said in a
telephone interview. “I’m fascinated with artists like Hedi, where
there’s a vision of art that goes beyond one’s medium.”
As the name of the show suggests, Mr. Slimane, who is French, has found something of a muse in the state of California.
“It
is just about alignments really, and everything falls into place right
now,” he said about Los Angeles, which he has called home since last
year. “Artists, museums, and galleries are much stronger. There is also
the space for everyone, the distance to elaborate. It certainly had a
big influence on me.”
When
one looks at much of Mr. Slimane’s American work from the last few
years, it is hard not to think of the Swiss photographer Robert Frank,
the consummate European outsider looking in, identifying and reassigning
to Americans their own lost mythology.
“It
is almost about a utopia,” Mr. Slimane said of the show, adding: “I
discovered Los Angeles in the late ’90s. The city was not at its best at
the time, but I fell for it right away. There is something almost
haunted about it, a vibrant mythology I find rather inspiring.”
Mr.
Deitch said that in Mr. Slimane’s work there seemed to be no clear line
between where photography ended and music, fashion or fine art began.
“One
of the reasons why there’s such a connection between the photography
and the clothing design is that his vision is sculptural,” Mr. Deitch
said.
It
is difficult to examine Mr. Slimane’s photo work separately from his
reign atop the world of men’s fashion. In particular, the Dior years
would define a very specific moment in his and pop culture’s conjoined
histories. The black skinny jean, the skinny black tie, the
short-waisted leather jacket or snug blazer: his work at Dior, where he
created Dior Homme, is credited with helping bring men’s wear from the
loose-fitting, slacker style of the 1990s into the postmillennial look
of form-fitting, clean lines.
When
Mr. Slimane left Dior amid well-publicized infighting with executives,
published reports suggested he wanted to start his own label and
possibly move into women’s fashion. Since then, however, the world of
design is one he has not seemed particularly eager to rejoin.
“With
fashion design, there was also always a risk at the time to lose the
sense of the perspective, the discernment,” he said, adding: “It might
have been perceived as an abrupt switch for others, but it felt like
precisely the right moment for me, in 2007. I had already mainly defined
my style, and could let it on its own for a while, see where it ends
up, or survives in the streets.”
For
Mr. Slimane, now 47, full immersion in photography was a return to an
interest he pursued while growing up. As a student, he took classes in
photography and studied political science, in hopes of becoming a
reporter and photographer on international affairs.
Ultimately,
he would switch his focus to art history. Fashion came next, which,
like his photography today, exhibited an intense fixation on rock
culture.
“Just
like zillions of children, album covers educated and informed me, and
certainly did I later transpose organically, rather than by intent,
those principles both in fashion design and photography,” he said.
His
photo work often portrays musicians at the fringes of fame or
notoriety: up-and-coming artists whose bona fides lie primarily in the
independent music scene. Others, perhaps, achieved widespread renown (or
infamy), like Amy Winehouse or Pete Doherty, but seemed somehow to
remain at the frayed, tragic edges of rock culture.
Mr.
Slimane wrote that he felt most attracted to “a certain creative
honesty, an authenticity, sometimes a vulnerability” when selecting
photo subjects. Those subjects, whether emerging musicians or simply
someone he discovers on the street, “are usually not yet fully aware of
their talent, or grace,” he explained.
“They
are either completely restless, in a romantic, antiheroic manner,” he
continued, “or, on the contrary, totally introverted — which you might
call an ambiguous space, or rather, for me, an oblique space.”
What
unifies much of Mr. Slimane’s work is its fixation on the “transient
age between childhood and adulthood,” as he described it. It also, as
some have praised and others have criticized, vaunts a certain
prepubescent androgyny.
“It
is about transformation, and search of identity,” he said. “By nature,
it is undefined, both psychologically and physically.”
Mr. Slimane attributed his longstanding fascination with androgyny in part to the ambiguities in his first name.
“Hedi
was and is still misspelled ‘Heidi,’ and my perception of genders ended
up slightly out of focus from an early age,” he said.
“Besides
this ambiguity, my first record was a Bowie album,” he said, referring
to “David Live,” which he got for his sixth birthday. He absorbed glam
rock, he said, which “became a normative experience for me, and
certainly the most significant creative influence for the future in both
design and photography.”
One
of Mr. Slimane’s favorite subjects at the moment — and the promotional
centerpiece of “California Song” — is Christopher Owens, the singer and
the guitarist for the San Francisco band Girls. A look at Mr. Slimane’s
portraits of him make it clear why: the skinny, sad-eyed singer, with
his painted nails, long, stringy blond hair, tattoos and haunting stare,
perfectly encapsulates the California moment — its sun-infused indie
rock sounds and its slacker-fashion renaissance, recalling early images
of a young, drug-addled Kurt Cobain, peering warily and wearily into the
abyss of impending stardom.
Mr.
Owens said in a phone interview that Mr. Slimane’s portraits of Gore
Vidal, one of Mr. Owens’s favorite authors, persuaded him to pose for
several shoots: one in and around Mr. Slimane’s home in Los Angeles, and
two more in Mr. Owens’s environs in San Francisco.
“He
doesn’t talk very much at all while shooting or while he’s hanging out;
he’s more of a listener,” Mr. Owens said. “He wanted me to very much be
myself, you know; there wasn’t any kind of styling or weird things like
that, which are always uncomfortable. He just wanted me to do my thing
and be very natural. But, at the same time, he knew exactly what he
wanted to do as far as the structure of the shot went.”
Still Mr. Slimane remains elusive, even among friends.
“It’s kind of embarrassing now that we’ve become friends, but I really don’t know that much about him,” Mr. Owens said.
That
intense circumspection is, of course, what seems to make Mr. Slimane
who he is. It’s a kind of resolute searching in the darkness that has
come to define his work, which has, in turn, documented and informed,
defined and refined the era in which he lives.
“He’s
interested in performers, artists, who have an affinity for and an
inspiration from the darker side,” Mr. Deitch said. “The work is
something that leads into the darkness, but you come out with positive
inspiration. It’s not all depressing work. It looks into the deeper
recesses of the soul.”
New York edition with the headline: A Fashion Designer’s Second Act. 2016
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