Proving my headline to be 100% accurate, here’s a photo of Iggy Pop teasing us about the debut of his collaborative clothing line with Sailor Jerry, due out in October. The line will feature three items, and I’m betting that at least one of them will be something Iggy ain’t got no time for, some sort of shirt.
Simonon’s sweet leather jacket ran a cool $2300, so I’m sure that Iggy’s line will have at least one if-I-sell-my-kidney-it-will-be-mine kind of wearable. And if it’s a shirt, it’ll probably look like this:
Who the hell is Phil Lynott? The Thin Lizzy shirt by Bailey 44. Really?
Clothing line Bailey 44 has somehow gotten away with naming one of their shirts after the band Thin Lizzy. But while I was still scratching my very metal hair over this revelation, the site I was browsing told me “I might also like” Bailey’s bondage style Suicidal Tendencies shirt. Please, before my head explodes, can someone please get a hold of Mike Muir? Because I’m pretty sure he’s going to be pissed. Speaking of being pissed, Axl is going to blow a gasket when he hears about Bailey’s “Appetite For Destruction” top.
To be fair, I don’t know if Bailey pulled a smash and grab here, or if they got the okay to name a top after one of the greatest bands to ever be a fucking band. Either way, it’s a pretty unsettling sign of the times.
Bombay Sapphire Bar Bag. By Barking Irons. $500. For GGG and Wonder Woman who are as appalled as I am that this hooch inspired handbag does not include a bottle of the sweet Juniper nectar. Sacrilege!
This sweet hooch-y handbag by Barking Irons (in conjunction with Bombay Sapphire), comes with a Bar Spoon, Paring Knife, Juicer, Muddler, Japanese Strainer, Ice Pick, Jigger, Traditional Strainer, Shaker & Glass. It does not come with: BOTTLE OF BOMBAY SAPPHIRE(!). I still want one…
Iggy Pop’s old face is the new face of Paco Rabanne’s fragrances.
In addition to print ads for Paco Rabanne’s new scent, Black XS L’Excès, IggyPop will also appear in television commercials for the fragrance. The commercials will air on television and in movies theaters in France starting in January. And don’t hate, I’m sure Black XS L’Excès smells like glitter, blood, Corinthian leather, and coco-butter. Word.
Vincent Gallo for G-Star Raw clothing and couture.
I have been wondering what Vincent Gallo, one of my favorite Hollyweird bad-boys has been up to lately. After a quick search, I found these photos from Gallo’s new print campaign for Amsterdam based, G-Star Raw clothing. I’m pretty sure the pants in the photo above say “Vinny Gallo”, making them truly one of a kind, just like Gallo.
Then I hopped over to Gallo’s website, which is always a fun time, and saw that his site has a classified ad’s section. Strangely, it wasn’t a wish list full of weirdness, but a list of rare guitars, microphones and various audio equipment. On the page Gallo says that he doesn’t want the page to “turn into a waste of his time, or he will never direct another film.”
Naturally, Gallo’s classified ad threat had me a little worried about his checking account balance, so I hit his merch shop to see how business was going.
Handmade “I FUCKED VINCENT GALLO” t-shirt. $150.
Thankfully, most of the merch in Gallo’s web-store is sold-out. Including the handmade “I FUCKED VINCENT GALLO” t-shirt, above. Operation “Save Gallo” has been aborted!