RIP Jazmine Hughes, 1991–2015

“What we wanted to do was to play up the real world within the language of glamour,” Wiley says. “I wanted to have a reprise of that moment, to go back to this idea of fashion and art having something in common, the idea that fashion could change the perception of an individual.”

I am dead, gone, in the casket, lowered into the ground, being eaten by maggots, slightly decomposing, after seeing the gorgeous Kehinde Wiley spread in this week’s issue of New York. There are ten portraits of his “muses” in gowns from Valentino, Michael Kors, Giorgio Armani, and others, as part of his new retrospective at the Brooklyn Museum opening February 20th, and every single bit of it is decadent and magnificent and loud and noble and exquisite and I am dead dead deader gone goodbye forever.

FIELD TRIP, ANYONE???

Image by Kehinde Wiley / New York Magazine.