Winning at the Weekend
Jean Shrimpton; Terence Henry Stamp by Terry O’Neill, bromide fibre print, 1964, © Terry O’Neill
We bring you our guide to living well in the world’s capitals, from exhibitions to cinema, food, drink, fashion, music and beyond. Just call it culture and take it, it’s yours.
LONDON, FRIDAY 28th FEBRUARY – SUNDAY 2nd March 2014
Sink your teeth in
First up this week we have a two hour walk through film maverick Jim Jarmusch’s cabinet of Vampiric curiosities with Only Lovers Left Alive. Screened at the 2013 Toronto International Film Festival this indulgent, witty and somewhat genre-reinventing take on a story of undead romance offer us up an immortal Tilda Swinton as the undead wife of centuries old musician and now rockstar Tom Hiddleston. Banging.
There’s definitely something achingly magical and magnetic about this world of mature, immensely wealthy and hedonistic vampires and it’s a perfect Saturday afternoon treat, long enough to sink into deeply which an array of artery clogging confectionery.
Only Lovers Left Alive is at cinemas now
George Condo on the gallery wall – and we’re not talking that custom Hermès HAC
Known for blurring the line between comedy and tragedy, the provocatively grotesque and the beautiful, and most recently for his work adorning a custom Hermès christmas gift Kanye West gave to Kim Kardashian, George Condo has developed a provocative and adventurously imaginative artistic language through his artwork.
The paintings comprising his new exhibition at London’s Simon Lee gallery reflect the multitude and directness of his historical references, from Renaissance and the Baroque to Cubism, Surrealism, Abstract Expressionism and Pop. Condo himself has stated, “The only way for me to feel the difference between every other artist and me is to use every artist to become me.” Fair enough.
George Condo: Head Space
Simon Lee Gallery, 12 Berkeley Street, London, W1J 8DT
Poolside at The Beverly Hills Hotel
British photographer Terry O’Neill has spent much of his life peering into the world of celebrity. As one of the world’s most collected photographers, he has had intimate access like no other, snapping stars such as Brigitte Bardot, Faye Dunaway and Steve McQueen to name a few.
One of his most iconic pictures shows Dunaway poolside at the Beverly Hills Hotel the morning after she’d won an Oscar for Network in 1977. “I was sick to death of all those Oscar pictures of actresses holding up the Oscar and grinning like idiots,” he says. “I knew her money would go up from half a million to like 10 million dollars a movie. I wanted to capture all that the next day.”
Running only until tomorrow at The Little Black Gallery London, The Best of Terry O’Neill showcases some of his ultimate images and should not be missed. (Yes, we should have let you know sooner but this way you get to see it and then subsequently rub into the face of your friends who didn’t catch it in time. Nice).
The Best of Terry O’Neill at The Little Black Gallery, 13a Park Walk, London , SW10 0AJ
A 17 year old Rod Stewart by Terry O’Neill, bromide fibre print, 1971, © Terry O’Neill
Harry up
From the towering skyscrapers of Manhattan and its urban inhabitants to grass and weeds in the snow, Harry Callahan (1912–1999) is regarded as one of the most influential figures in post-war photography, yet his work is little known in the UK.
That’s soon to change. Thanks to their newly launched photographic acquisitions committee Tate Modern is holding a beautifully vast retrospective of his works spread over Callahan’s long career.
When you’re done, head down the river over to Tate Britain and check out Turner Prize winner Richard Deacon‘s new exhibition. The leading British sculptor, best known for his large, lyrical open forms provides another immensely interesting and challenging collection of semi-organic shapes frozen in momentum.
Harry Callahan Retrospective, Tate Modern, Bankside, London SE1 9TG (until 31st May)
Richard Deacon, Tate Britain, Millbank, London, SW1P 4RG (until 27th April)
Eat, drink, dance, repeat
You know a place is worth its salt if after a month it’s still rammed from open til close. You’d be a fool not to give OSLO – in Hackney Central, not Norway – a try.
Not just a bar or restaurant but a club and event space, this place has it well and truly licked. Three floors of brand new, well polished and highly desirable offerings in fact. Brunch will probably be your best bet this weekend for a guaranteed sit down or if you’re lucky try calling for an evening table. Kick back by the bar, stuff yourself, then vomit it back up partying the night away upstairs. Decadent, right? Alternatively do it all in reverse and be that obnoxious pissed table everyone wishes would finish up and sod off home.
OSLO Hackney, 1a Amhurst Road, Hackney, London, E8 1LL
Saturday and Sunday 10:00am – 03:00am