We have worked with Swiss designers //DIY on a capsule called EVIL GOOD : What if Evil was cool after all?

This line is mainly inspired by George Bataille’s book « La littérature et le Mal» (Literature and Evil) – which has also driven the whole AW10 collection aesthetics.
A series of 5 pieces with a smart and subversive graphic language :
Détournement of the Totalitarian Art codes, tribute to Charles Manson shouting for the death of the Image (Death To Picts !), clever branding of a new manichean logo mixing subversive symbols, morphing of the most famous dictators in History…(George C)

The line also consists in two sleeved pieces : a varsity jacket coming with a black wool body and matching black leather sleeves, featuring a patch logo pentacle/peace symbol (duality) and a nice black cotton sweat crew wearing the same symbol

The Evil Good capsule is now available on our online store.

More images below :

Death To Picts

Symbolism

George C

Evil Good Tee

Evil Good Sweat

Evil Good Varsity

Arrow Shirt
Paoli Pull
Cinto Pant Black

Flight Jacket
Venaco Shirt

Hood Jacket
Lavezzi Shirt
Cinto Pant Natural

Will Blake Sweat
Cinto Pant Pink

Evil Good Varsity by DIY
Century Shirt

Vivario Shirt
Gradient Scarf
Cinto Pant Natural

“Noir” by Steve Nishimoto
Cinto Pant Black

Chimida Shirt by Museum Studio
Cinto Pant Natural

“Sacrifice” by Joe Misurelli

All Images by ill-Studio

Art Direction : ill-Studio

Video by ill-Studio.

Thank you all for coming out this year and partying with us. Was amazing.
See you next year…

Sixpack France

© Images : Clémence Demesme

INTRODUCTION

Evil is one of the primary instincts of the human heart.
We advised you that we were about to break through its very substance – here we are.

The explorations of endless desert landscapes are behind us: here comes the time to sink into our deepest and darkest fantasies.
The loneliness of inner space as another form of vastness. An itinerary similar to the one of Rimbaud, but backwards.

Gloomy litterature, venomous poets and atrabilious writers, synesthesic hallucinations, “Murder considered as one of the Fine Arts”, “Against the Grain” Edgar Allan Poe and Charles Baudelaire, string of misanthropic dandies… Such is our current menu. The Nineteenth- Century spleen revisited.

We don’t intend to commit suicide in the gothic tradition, but we claim it’s time to draw a line under ease and superficiality.
To get rid of that self-indulgent regurgitation of the same obvious references, over and over again.
We’re tired of the predictable revivals, of the stale and unimaginative recycling.

Weariness of getting trapped in the same old subculture values, static and puerile in the pretext to challenge high Culture. The one with a capital C.

We’re sick of this arrogant self-assertion through cultural codes which build pointless barriers, in order to delimit a specific universe. Too limited.
We wanna jump out of this mundane merry-go-round. This is over, nothing is forbidden anymore.

Do not make a mistake. If we get all of a sudden sucked in by a beloved book about Literature and Evil, it doesn’t mean we’re suddenly showing off in a
highbrow outfit. That corresponds only to our need to expand our journey of the mind towards regions that most of people prevent strangely themselves to visit.
Because it’s not pop enough.

On the contrary, we do believe this spooky road to hellish landscapes is simultaneously an enlightning and an exciting direction. And it can be a lot of fun too.
Weren’t you ever tempted to pass on the other side, where it swarms and crackles, where the gargoyles snigger, where you get filled by the spirit of the Middle
Age and by the legacy of the Gnostics?

According to Siegfried Kracauer and Greil Marcus, this is a way to redraw the route of the collective unconscious, a process to link popular culture and contemporary
icons to timeless, archetypal structures.
From the foam of the waves to the deepest streams.

Heretical studies and fantastic realism.
Shifting from the profane to the sacred.
Transcending time.

We need to tear the reality to reach those potentials, hidden behind the curtain drawn by the most prudish and the most conventional imaginations.
The appearance and the latency.
Illumination and disillusion.
Nihilism and mysticism.

Ghosts and rebirth.

An echo to our intimate obsessions, which haunt our latest collections.

We trace back our thread.

Artwork by ill-Studio

Sixpack France presents:
PLAYTIME FESTIVAL
August 11-12-13, 2010
@ Privé, Avignon, South of France

In a scene of Jacques Tati’s Playtime, released in 1967, a seemingly quiet cocktail settled in a new upscale hotel slowly goes out of control : as time flows, dance moves get crazier, and people start happily destroying parts of the brand new dance hall. As the orchestra plays, the square patrons look more and more oblivious of their usual principles, of themselves, and of their fresh modernist environment. Parts of the ceiling fall down, lights look unsafe, smokes float around, but some people really seem like they want to dance all night long to the sound of the orchestra’s eerie psych-latin jerk. Spasmodic moves, general confusion, and an exhilarating ignorance of conventions : the Playtime party is of an overwhelming kind, since it invades the bodies of « non-party people », of people usually disconnected with their own bodies and emotions – typical French people of the sixties, actually, but what if these guys could be our role models now ? Because, frankly, who cares about being cool and stylish, about thinking smart and looking sharp, if it’s just a mere excuse for avoiding any kind of emotional outburst and just becoming some pitiful control freak severed from any physical dimension – and please don’t even start with the whole « that’s a dandy attitude » thing, that’s much more embarassing than you trying non-ironically to dance.

Playtime’s jerk dancers probably live in the same massive, high-tech suburbian houses than the ones featured in another Tati movie, Mon Oncle, and that’s why watching them dancing like there’s no tomorrow is so enjoyable. Doing the jerk, they turn into parts of giant, dionysian, confused and confusing body. That’s what Sixpack France’s Playtime festival would love to trigger : a desire for carelessness, outrageous dancing (whether you dance well or not) and destroying material things. Maybe that’s what the avant-garde needs. Or maybe that’s even what the avant-garde is, today. We’ve been spending more than a decade caring obsessively about being cool and witty, fine-tuning our attitudes, pronouncing smart, in-the-know stuff, neutralizing and freezing pretty much everything, and confirming how true this whole social « distinction » theory was. So we guess it’s high time we have to let ourselves go, and that doesn’t have to mean being a frat boy. Remember the Playtime Royal Hotel dancers, remember this vibration that takes them higher without even realizing, and then begging the orchestra to keep on playing. This is our very own avant-garde, here, at Sixpack France.

The Playtime festival will feature Jean-Baptiste de Laubier’s (aka Para One) movie, called It Was On Earth That I Knew Joy, a short that pays an oblique yet sort of obvious homage to Chris Marker’s La Jetée, in which video rushes from a destroyed world are being watched, or say, broadcast by a post-apocalyptic computer. Then we’ll have three nights of general sound with a danceable edge : on the 11th, at the « Le Privé » club, DJ sets Jean Nipon (who just released an unbelievable mix CD on Six Pack), and by the Adam Kesher boys, from Bordeaux. On the 12th, the club will host some nice guys from the NYC beardo-disco elite, Rub-N-Tug and Château Marmont. And the 13th, things will get all mixed up with « Le Privé » virtual mainstays Tekilatex & Orgasmic (aka Sound Pellegrino Thermal Team), and an older, but nonetheless flamboyant duet, the mighty Optimo, from Scotland, from whom we can expect dislocated yet juicy grooves, quite similar to the ones heard in the Playtime soundtrack, and also to the curved-up, tangled lines featured on a poster for another Tati flick, Traffic, whose artwork was an obvious inspiration for the festival’s flyer.

Check out PLAYTIME Facebook Event !

WIRE “Pink Flag” + BLACK FLAG= PINK FLAG

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