Swoon Magazine

We Love Polaroid

2008-08-28T14:49:00.001-07:00

...From the NYC Release. Captions generously provided by Genesis.

Swoon Parents

2008-08-28T14:31:00.000-07:00

From the Chicago release:

(Obviously we were born to be fabulous)

Swoon to Judge Soul Clap Dance-Off Saturday!

2008-08-21T22:41:00.000-07:00

The Perfect Summer Accessory

2008-07-17T12:46:00.000-07:00

Issue 4 Release Party!

2008-07-03T09:46:00.000-07:00

Trash Couture

2008-05-18T15:02:00.000-07:00

There is an artist doing an art installation on Ludlow Street tonite (info@anycoloryoulike.biz). He asked all the businesses along Ludlow to trash their garbage in these hilarious bags...

I did my part and placed our little bag outside...it looked so cute! I couldn't take it. I walked around looking for more....

--posted by anya

Days of DUMBO

2008-04-22T11:45:00.000-07:00

We found some old pics that Jen Yuson took (Swoon #2 cover photographer) of our old Headquarters in DUMBO.

-posted by Anya

Swoon Magazine in Lima, Perú

2008-03-16T08:35:00.001-07:00

Swoon ladies crash another magazine's party

2008-03-05T11:30:00.001-08:00

Shauna, Melisa and Kelly looking good at Missbehave Magazine's "prom."

behind the scenes at Swoon's photoshoot of Genesis P-Orridge

2008-03-02T19:38:00.001-08:00

From top: Genesis in the patched up jeans she's had since 1969!
Gen in the outfit Lady Jaye was wearing on the day they met
Andy Starkweather doing makeup
Gen and Kelly relaxing at home post-shoot
Gen and Biggie!
hair stylist Laura Williams and stylist Christina Ewald
keeping the day lively
photographer Todd Crawford thinks about lighting

Willamsburg Fashion Week

2008-02-25T20:16:00.000-08:00

A sneak peek of some of our "Faces of NYC" photobooth pictures, launched atWillamsburg Fashion Week, all shot by our wonderful friend and incredible photographer Ani Berberian. Ani has this uncanny knack for making everyone feel super comfortable in front the camera...it was great watching her in action. Stay on the lookout for more to come!

...Is this a Magazine?

2008-02-18T20:11:00.000-08:00

Stumbled across this article in the New York Times today and realized that the space it referred to was one that Swoon had covered in issue two--we did a sleazy photo shoot in the remnants of what used to be an alleged sex club (replete with an empty pool and back shower rooms) that was tucked away in this empty warehouse in Chelsea. The rest of the space was amazing--it was taken over by a collective group of artists who had single-handedly transformed the space into a work of art itself. I remember there was a wall separating an artist's studio from the rest of the area fashioned entirely out of books. Sad that it doesn't exist anymore...although it's nice to know it's still existing in some evolved version of its former self, I suppose. The funny thing was the glimmer of recognition that initially attracted me to the article in the first place: its headline which read "No Windows, No Heat, No Staff, No Rent. Is This a Gallery?"

Hell Yeah!

posted by Anya

Amanda Lepore & Swoon

2008-02-15T06:49:00.001-08:00

OK. So this is not Shauna or my best pic moment....
but hey, Amanda looks great!

Posted by Melisa.

Looking Forward

2008-02-15T05:55:00.000-08:00

I too am glad Fashion Week is over.
It was exhausting!
I am looking forward though, to Williamsburg Fashion Weekend!
Hope to see you there!!!

(Here is a look at some of the shows Swoon attended.)

Alisha Trimble's Collection at Catherine Slip Studios

Lela Rose Show

IODICE Show

Jose Duran Show

Posted by Melisa.

From here to there...

2008-02-14T17:07:00.000-08:00

(Thought it would be fitting to start our blog off with a wee bit of Swoon nostalgia. I wrote this back in ye good ole days (or the dark ages, take yer pick) of when Swoon was headquartered out of 135 Plymouth in DUMBO. It was written amidst of a sea of deadlines, and I was certainly floating adrift--procrastinating at any opportunity and writing about anything and everything except what needed to be written. It pleases me sometimes to think of myself and our frenzied energy as a whole at that time, or as Kelly put it when she saw me once in such a state, laughing, "Anya you look crazy! you look like a friend of Allen Ginsberg!" I had just emerged from the building in a pink raincoat with raccoon eyes and an afro the size of Jupiter. Oh well...better crazy than boring!)

Getting It Done: Down the Hatch with Anya Ferring

DAY 1:
Ah, the first day. I am well-rested and eager to begin my creative venture. I anticipate the coming days to be filled with a considerable amount of rewarding work, and granted, a decent amount of stress as well, but all-in-all things will be clicking together like clockwork in the real world just like they have been in my mind. I hack out a few preliminary outlines, review the final gameplan, and fantasize about how great the final product will inevitably be. Then I go out to eat and top the meal off with a self-rewarding (and well-deserved, I smirk to myself), glass of wine to end the day on good spirits (nyuk-nyuk!)

DAY 2:
By the second day low-level anxiety about deadlines, and Getting It Done has started to creep in on the rest of my day-to-day needs, but it has not fully replaced them YET. I am still working a lot, but I might indulge myself with lots of excuses for breaks or "necessary errands." I am taking naps when I feel too pressured and still pampering myself incase I feel too overworked and cease to feel inspired creatively.

DAY 3:
By the third day other members of the team step on board with complementary baggage as well. We're all somewhat edgy and everyone's a bit nervous. It's like there's an unmentioned person in the room with us, and his name is August 23rd. He requires no introduction (our deadline).

DAY 4:
By the fourth day anyone involved who has managed to survive the layout process till 5 in the morning the previous night before has inevitably broken down to some form of complete wackiness, hatred, or severe dementia. It is funny because the only person expecting it was me, and secretly I am enjoying the entertainment--at this point I could sure use it. Some of us haven't really known each other very well outside of our professional involvement thus far, but suddenly there is an intense kinship which has formed; an intimacy wrought of no going back. The phrase "rallying up the troops" is no longer simply a metaphor, for now it truly is like being in 'Nam together--what we've been through, no one will be able to take away. We are peeing with the door open, walking around without deodarant on and unrestrainedly freaking out in front of anyone who happens to be around at the wrong moment. Any little victory seems momentous, and I am count them off like teeth on a necklace. When I do finally manage to fall asleep, I dream of buying time machines off the internet and at this point my body is still processing so much coffee I have to wake up every hour and a half to pee.

DAY 5:
By the fifth day the rest of the real world as I've known it has ceased to exist. I am now probably so sleep deprived I am capable of performing some sort of David Blaine-esque bodily deprivation act. Put me on a pillar in the middle of Union Square, set up a desk and make sure I have the opportunity to lose my cell phone, wallet, address book, and all other vitally important items at least three times in succession before being able to get down to real business for the enjoyment of the audience. Now that's authenticity! There she is folks, the unsleeping, still wholly-producing woman! I wouldn't mind a gaping audience, in fact, I wouldn't even know what was going on. Right now in my head there remains only me, my project, and anyone not pertinent to Getting It Done does not really exist. I am almost half crazy with details--it is the details which drown you in the end, which grab ahold of you and don't let go. The bigger picture remains solid and silently proud, despite the fact that it doesn't even exist outside of your head in reality yet. Cocky little sucker.

DAY 6:
It is the sixth day. At some point I decide it is a wiser idea to exit my liar in search of food rather than just order delivery again. Perhaps this change of pace will lead to a grand revelation? Further evidence of almost complete regression back to my most basic primordial instincts of hunting and gathering may be observed as I believe I may be snarling and/or grunting at the whiff of burnt mozzarella as I pass by a pizza joint. I am prowling the streets with an untamed bedhead bouffant and wearing whatever I happened to fall asleep in from the night before, or should I say, this day's early morning hours. Pity the fool who dare make passing eye contact with this brazen beast. What, you are looking at me? Yes I am in the middle of editing a fashion magazine. What's it to you?

DAY ....?:
What day is it again? I have no idea what's going on outside of the five tasks that MUST be completed TODAY for the project to finally be finished. I haven't received any quality sleep (or sustenance) for so long now that when I happen to accidentally zoom in on a segment of patterned curtain I actually start tripping. I am vaguely aware of someone trying to communicate with me in the background but I can't turn my neck...Dude! This is incredible! You have GOT to come over here....

......hours later slumped over in any available contraption that will support my body weight, half conscious and quickly fading into a long-deserved slumber, already with a faint whiff of pre-mature nostalgia for the whole affair...aware only that I finally...thankfully...Got It Done....