July 1, 2005
Exhibitionist
by Mikal Saint George
If ancient Constantinople were resurrected as a planet and Cher became dictator, there would be a royal decree that Exhibitionist would plate the Imperial army. Ecclesiastic, Medieval, Gothic and Renaissance iconography is the signature look. The Exhibitionist journey often begins with hand wrought chains dripping from pulsating jugular to secret recesses usually reserved for extreme intimates and / or David LaChappelle.
Just as Michelangelo removed everything that was not David from a monumental slab of alabaster, so does Exhibitionist designer Michael Spirito when he is confronted with a mound of Sterling. Exhibitionist is the result of designer Spirito and partner Sloan Mandell. Sloan started as a trend forecaster before realizing his true ambition as trend setter and benevolent dictator. Michael was the great Oz behind the velvet curtain to other name jewelry designers until he realized his best work was happening at the kitchen table when he was off the clock. Needless to say when the two met the spontaneous combustion was audible.
Fast forward to Orchard Street. A narrow tunnel awash in blue, punctuated by candelabras and a tank full of fish. This is the Domain of Exhibitionist. Sleek, delicate designs that would seem to organically appear. Show stopping, wearable sculpture seemingly made for a museum. Jewels sparkle. Multi-layered, sensuous fantasies of metal and designers sweat demand that you notice, pay attention, feel them. These are the crown jewels of rockers, movie stars, neighborhood gentry.
Not surprisingly, these guys have developed a loyal celebrity following. And we aren’t talking Kathie Lee or Joan and Melissa. Super vixen Gwen Stefani, and H.R.H. Pink, Queen of the re-invent-the-eighties-because-I-am-so much-better throne have both made the pilgrimage to this Orchard Street Shrine… even Avril Lavigne was able to skate her punk princess ass in.
Spirito, with out doubt, has his finger on the pulse of what strong, slightly world weary, but more fabulous-for-the-journey gods and goddesses need to get out of bed and make a meal of their obstacles. It is not simply the symbolism of skulls, crosses and chains. It is the act of making taboos more enticing. Michael enjoys forcing customers to re-invent themselves as the star of their own movie. To transform the intimidating into empowering. And most importantly to remember that beauty is a curse…unless you own it and know where to shop.
Exhibitionist | 177 Orchard Street | NYC | 212 375-1530
On The Web | www.exhibitionistnyc.com
Photo Credits:
Makeup: Bella Makeup Artists
Photos: Evan Sung
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