Gerda Wegener is best known for her erotic art deco prints (and my, how erotic they are) but she also produced some slightly less NSFW works featuring flappers in their natural surroundings – bars, bedrooms, salons…

I just really like them, nothing more to add.

Except – you should read about Gerda and her first husband Einar here. Einar was one of the first people documented to have undertaken male-to-female sexual reassignment, and their life together is pretty interesting.

I’m not interested in children as a general rule, but this trailer for an upcoming documentary about punk musicians and their offspring managed to stir even my withered heart.

Featuring names including Lars Frederiksen (Rancid), Ron Reyes (Black Flag), Mark Hoppus (Blink 182), Fat Mike (NOFX) and Tim McIlrath (Rise Against), The Other F-Word examines how parenthood changed the lives of these alternative icons punk rock, drinking and drugs into something slightly more domesticated.

It’s not all schmaltz though – the film looks pretty funny in parts and anything with Fat Mike can’t really be that emotionally challenging. That said, the bit with Flea talking about his kids in the trailer did make me tear up in a most embarrassing fashion.

Not sure when it’s out in the UK, but you can find out more about the film and its international screening dates on the website.

Gratuitous picture of Dave Grohl on a slide (even though he’s not in the film):

Last weekend Andy and I had a day out in Chichester to see the Frida Kahlo & Diego Rivera exhibition at the Pallant House Gallery. As a predictable Frida fangirl, I already had a pretty good knowledge of her and Diego’s relationship but this is the first exhibition I’ve seen showing their work together and looking at them as a couple.

The small but perfectly formed exhibition fills three rooms, with the first containing Diego’s work and the other two focussing on Frida – clearly she’s the better of the two, right? All the works in the exhibition are from the Gelman collection – Jacques and Natasha, who had an enormous amount of Mexican art and who were good friends of Frida and Diego. Both of them painted Natasha actually, and the portraits are on display (and also here and here).

I might be biased as a fangirl but I thought it was a cracking little exhibition and the observations it highlights are interesting – particularly the contrast between Rivera as a socialist hero who painted crowd-pleasing political pieces vs Frida as a feminist icon whose work was intensely personal.

Negatives? Loud HEATHENS walking around talking about Frida’s eyebrows. I like galleries to be silent and while I know that’s partly me being a miserable old bastard, if you are going to talk it should at least be about the art, not the artist’s body hair. Anyway… It’s been extended until 9 October so there’s still time for you to go.

Pallant House is a great little gallery too, with a really good restaurant and sunny patio. We didn’t look at the permanent exhibitions, but it’s definitely a gallery I’ll go back to.

While in Chichester we also saw a couple of vintage shops, but the only place we actually spent any money was Steamer, which is a slightly more chi-chi-Chichester version of Lakeland. Dreamy.

We also found a good real ale pub, because what is a day out without a couple of pints and a pork pie? If you’re ever in the area and in need of a good place to drink you have to go to the Park Tavern opposite the priory. It has an awesome bull dog, nice pints and awesome food. It also has an amazing selection of midcentury glasswear, but who gets excited about things like that, right?

I’ve just finishing reading The Dud Avocado, which I’m sorry to say I found a bit of a dud. I didn’t hate it or anything, I just expected to fall in love with it totally whereas actually it was more of a fleeing flirtation that I quite enjoyed but haven’t given much thought to since.

Still, the adventures of pink-haired protégé Sally Jay Gorce didn’t pass me by entirely and the descriptions of France in the 1950s will surely stir the sensibilities of any cliché-loving blogger – and I include myself in that, which is why I’ve posted these vintage pictures of Paris.

It goes without saying that they come via How to be a Retronaut and although they show Paris in the sixties, there’s still a feel of what Sally Jay might have seen when hanging out with the Hard Core at Le Select.

[Pics from How to be a Retronaut via Charles W. Cushman]

You may remember that I speculated a while back about what Karen Elson and Raquel Zimmerman were dancing to in the Lanvin AW11 advert. Well, our prayers have been answered. I was wrong, but it’s OK because the results are pretty awesome anyway.

Look out for Alber making a cameo right out at the end.

Boys dancing can be awkward.

[Via FTape]

“There was a story going round about young cowboys in Mexico that love nothing more than wearing glittery clothes and really pointy cowboy boots whilst dancing to a particular strain of tribal dance music…”

And so it begins.

Cowboys. Sequins. Line-dancing. The latest Scene@ gang from the Swatch MTV portfolio is right up my street – rhinestone cowboys, some might say.

The Tribal Cowboys are a gang of young men from San Luis in Northern Mexico who have given local ranch style a rather flamboyant twist and spend their time choreographing group dances to impress the ladies. Swit fucking swoo!

You may have noticed (how could you not) that the gents express their, ahem, masculinity, through rather long shoes – which the local ladies allegedly eye up before deciding whether a hombre is worth her time. Hot. A lot of time and effort goes in to making said shoes – find out more about Brando, who specialises in making them, here.

Despite first impressions, the Tribal Cowboys actually don’t jig around to Billy Ray Cyrus and Bill Bader.  According to DJ Otto, one of the scene’s most celebrated DJs, the music is the result of fusing musical influences. He says: “I was born listening to tropical music. Then, when I was 17 I moved to Monterrey and in Monterrey I started getting into techno and minimal music.” Check out the video below to hear the music, see the boots, and enjoy the chaps getting dancey.

“We aren’t handsome, but we are fashionable.” If that isn’t a life lesson to live by then I don’t know what is.