MIS-SHAPES MIS-STAKES MIS-FITS
-Raised on a diet of broken biscuits-
Mis-shapes, Mistakes Misfits… or so the song goes. The Misshapes – A trio of self-made hipsters from The East Village in SoHo NY – have recently pulled the party plug on their daringly defiant Saturday night rock n roll Dons Hill dance party ‘Misshapes”.
Influencing and being influenced by mass-appeal pop-culture in the form of art, fashion and music for the past five years, the trio consisting of Greg K, Leigh Lezark and Geordan Nichol have hung up their dancing shoes in favour of a life a little more ordinary. Sitting front row at G-star’s Gotham Hall Fashion Show at New York Fashion Week, coursing the runway in House Of Holland’s London Fashion Week show and having a drink with mate Sienna Miller on a Friday night. Yes, life a little more ordinary for some folk is well, extraordinary.
It beguiles me to think about the trio and the philosophy behind their social-darling cum gutter-trash dance parties. One the one hand, they take their name from the highly credible utterances of Pulp’s Jarvis Cocker, but on the other hand, this trio is little more than another self-made-famous phenomenon that possess the ability to market themselves in such a manner that they have become everyday muses for the likes of major fashion houses. Ahem – Sell outs - Ahem. These guys get runs in the New York Times for chrissakes.
While Jarvis Cocker himself writes the foreword to The Misshapes recently released coffee table book/photo-journal, I am still increasingly confused about this so called revolutionary bunch of unknown dance party types that want to identify as being “different”. While, according to all international sources, the elusive “hipster” is now on the list of all things OUT, NOT HOT, and DONT, sadly it seems that an ever-increasing number of so called hipsters are gracing the shores of even the far reaches of the globe, making this world wide phenomenon of being “different” well, very fucking bland and generic by my understanding.
Yes, to some degree I feel a resonance with a group of people who pride themselves on being individual, but I feel an increasing sense of irony even in the use (or overuse) of the word Misshapes. See, this if this trio of cool young cats were so original, you think they might have come up a concept of their own, rather than steal from a popular music icon. Think about it….The Misshapes dance parties were wild, they were down and dirty, and anyone who is anyone in New York has been there – just reference the book’s back cover to know.
But was this really an iconic, lasting success or a flash in the pan group of new-wave-self-mades that pulled the pin at the right time in order to preserve their social standing before they made Vice’s latest DON’T list? To that end, If Mark “The Cobrasnake” Hunter, who often haunted the Misshapen hallways touting his long lens snaps yet another pic of a gamine 18 year old girl with doe eyes and a penchant for oversized and outdated eyewear, I think I am going to vomit.
Mis-shapes, Mistakes Misfits… or so the song goes. The Misshapes – A trio of self-made hipsters from The East Village in SoHo NY – have recently pulled the party plug on their daringly defiant Saturday night rock n roll Dons Hill dance party ‘Misshapes”.
Influencing and being influenced by mass-appeal pop-culture in the form of art, fashion and music for the past five years, the trio consisting of Greg K, Leigh Lezark and Geordan Nichol have hung up their dancing shoes in favour of a life a little more ordinary. Sitting front row at G-star’s Gotham Hall Fashion Show at New York Fashion Week, coursing the runway in House Of Holland’s London Fashion Week show and having a drink with mate Sienna Miller on a Friday night. Yes, life a little more ordinary for some folk is well, extraordinary.
It beguiles me to think about the trio and the philosophy behind their social-darling cum gutter-trash dance parties. One the one hand, they take their name from the highly credible utterances of Pulp’s Jarvis Cocker, but on the other hand, this trio is little more than another self-made-famous phenomenon that possess the ability to market themselves in such a manner that they have become everyday muses for the likes of major fashion houses. Ahem – Sell outs - Ahem. These guys get runs in the New York Times for chrissakes.
While Jarvis Cocker himself writes the foreword to The Misshapes recently released coffee table book/photo-journal, I am still increasingly confused about this so called revolutionary bunch of unknown dance party types that want to identify as being “different”. While, according to all international sources, the elusive “hipster” is now on the list of all things OUT, NOT HOT, and DONT, sadly it seems that an ever-increasing number of so called hipsters are gracing the shores of even the far reaches of the globe, making this world wide phenomenon of being “different” well, very fucking bland and generic by my understanding.
Yes, to some degree I feel a resonance with a group of people who pride themselves on being individual, but I feel an increasing sense of irony even in the use (or overuse) of the word Misshapes. See, this if this trio of cool young cats were so original, you think they might have come up a concept of their own, rather than steal from a popular music icon. Think about it….The Misshapes dance parties were wild, they were down and dirty, and anyone who is anyone in New York has been there – just reference the book’s back cover to know.
But was this really an iconic, lasting success or a flash in the pan group of new-wave-self-mades that pulled the pin at the right time in order to preserve their social standing before they made Vice’s latest DON’T list? To that end, If Mark “The Cobrasnake” Hunter, who often haunted the Misshapen hallways touting his long lens snaps yet another pic of a gamine 18 year old girl with doe eyes and a penchant for oversized and outdated eyewear, I think I am going to vomit.
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