The collaborations between the street and the high-end represent a change in the business of fashion. Amelia Groom in her essay on Japan's contemporary street fashion culture observes that 'change in fashion has often been explained as a 'trickle-down' effect of class imitation followed by class aversion.'
But crowdfunding is fairly standard now, and people are getting the hang of it. Many books, films, music albums and so on have been very successfully made this way. It's a long road, but it's A ROAD, and I am on it, and moving forwards.
The new Sherlock Holmes exhibition at the Museum of London is an incredibly dynamic, evocative display that brings to life the man and his city. A stunning and diverse range of rarities have been brought together for this show on the world's most popular fictional detective.
I am proud to present the first UK exhibition of the photography of Mikhail Baryshnikov, world famous dancer, choreographer, actor and accomplished photographer. 'Dancing Away' is a visual representation of Baryshnikov's very personal interpretation of dance and performance; an expert dancer's reflection upon his own metier.
I proudly call myself a feminist, and I am glad the movement has become so popular. But I find it exhausting that you still can't write a flawed female character without people getting up in arms that you are damaging the movement.
Week is in full swing by now and before artgoers gulp down Prosecco and canapes, an other substances, as if there was no tomorrow, it might be a good idea to stop and rethink that things need to change and an honest debate is long due. Innocent victims deserve it.
Whether you are going to spend this week hobnobbing and chugging champagne in Mayfair or checking out street art at Moniker in Brick Lane this is when the art world descends on London and when London's art scene shows the world exactly what it is made of... So, if you can, get out there and experience it!
This year's BBC production, A Poet in New York, felt like a sentimental backwash of Titanic proportions; the recent BBC Wales remake of Under Milk Wood also fell unfortunately short, so short that one Twitter commentator quipped it felt like an advert for Welsh lamb.
Earlier this year, while on a guided tour of the Grand Mosque in Mecca, Oxford-based artist Saad Qureshi noticed a number of beautiful and melodious birds flying around the building.
Larraz encourages his observers to decode the art that stands before their eyes, believing it is the artist whom should be "revealing that which reality conceals". In fulfilling this responsibility, Larraz experiments with styles to create works that are incredibly postmodern.
The Palazzo Venezia is home to the Rome Biennale. The palazzo is only partially obscured by the fair and its magnificence creeps out at the corners and when you look up the ceilings. The history of any building in Rome is a tapestry of information but this building is both an erstwhile papal residence and was also used by Mussolini, whose presence can be felt everywhere.
Shakespeare's Henry IV Parts I &II have been compressed and transformed into a two-hour prison drama with an all-female cast in this bold production at the Donmar Warehouse.
Barry Martin, a Goldsmiths graduate with artworks in the Tate collection, and Samir Ceric, the director of the Debut Contemporary art gallery in Notting Hill, decided to join forces to highlight an issue that unfortunately is still quite relevant in a society in the 21st Century
Twitter, like blogging, is essential to any book marketing campaign these days. It helps you connect with your peers, share important information and it gives you a voice and a profile out there in the busy world of book publishing. Like many writers - especially those from traditional publishing - I was a complete Twitter-phobe.
The star attraction is Kristin Scott Thomas in the central role and she certainly is a commanding presence on the stage. Her Electra is full of anger and bile but unfortunately not much else. She is bitingly caustic throughout the show, never showing any doubt over her determination to have her mother killed.
And then there was the ghost of Diana, wafting through the stage as delicately as like a drunk City worker on the train out to the suburbs. Intended as a surprise - maybe? - she was about as expected as regret after a one-night stand, and spoke in a faux-ghost voice that make several in the audience shift uneasily rather than lean forward with intrigue.