Photo: Spray tanned socialite called Alex and curator (French Vogue son), Vlad Roitfeld
What’s black, white, and splayed all over? Eighties pop artist Richard Hambleton’s life sized graffiti men and horses shown the other night at Armani’s Soho space AND all the moneyed Eurodudes in white or black shirts flocking around like vultures on hunt for fashion prey. (Fashion Prey: Eurochics in microminis and strappy four inchers looking to land one of these chaps.)
Blame it on emerging curator Vladimir Roitfeld– son of French Vogue editor Carine Roitfeld– who tends to draw pals like Greek heir Stavros Niarchos (Paris Hilton’s ex.)
Between the the congrats to young Vlad who seems to take it all in stride, la dolce vita and all that jazz, Hambleton stood diminutively against his painted outlines of action men who appeared to jump from the walls. A contemporary of Basquiat and Keith Haring, Hambleton used to surprise New Yorkers by painting his shadowmen on the sides of buildings. He obtained a lot of that skill by outlining victims on murder scenes in his spare time.
I’m hoping that the artist himself was not stomped to death by the sardine packed Euros at the Indochine restaurant afterparty, filled to the brim with flowing champagne and dry humping.
Artist RIchard Hambleton strikes a pose before Eurodude and Vlad
What’s more active, Euro dudes in heat? Or Richard Hambleton’s art work?