Would you propose with a diamond grown in a lab?

Would you propose with a diamond grown in a lab?

It was a grey afternoon in February when I gave Martin his diamond back.

It was a grey afternoon in February when I gave Martin his diamond back. He was already waiting at a window-side table at the Gramercy Park Hotel when I arrived. It felt like it could snow at any second, but he was suntanned, just back from the British Virgin Islands. He wasn’t wearing his glasses.

“Before I forget,” I said, taking the diamond out of the burgundy velveteen pouch I’d been carrying in my purse.

“Thanks,” he said. He tucked it into his wallet without looking at it.

I’d be lying if I said I’ve never imagined my engagement ring. My picture of the metal, the setting, the style—even the man offering it—has changed throughout the years, but aside from a brief dalliance with emeralds, the stone has remained the same: a white diamond.

But this diamond came with no promise of commitment, no dream of a life together, no ring. This diamond was never mine to keep. This diamond—a round-cut brilliant stone, just shy of half a carat—was made in a plasma reactor at the headquarters of Diamond Foundry, Martin Roscheisen’s San Carlos, California startup. It was a loaner.

This diamond came with no promise of commitment, no dream of a life together, no ring. This diamond was made in a plasma reactor. Diamond Foundry first crossed my radar just three months prior, in November of 2015, when Leonardo DiCaprio tweeted that he was proud to be an investor in the company. That month marked Diamond Foundry’s first foray out of stealth mode, since Roscheisen co-founded the company in 2012 with engineers Jeremy Scholz and Kyle Gazay, both colleagues from Roscheisen’s former solar energy startup, Nanosolar. It would take a behemoth to disrupt the $81 billion diamond jewelry industry. Yet with just 50 employees between the US and Israel, patents pending on their tooling and technology, plans to break even this summer, and Silicon Valley royalty, Ev Williams and Mark Pincus among its investors—not to mention DiCaprio—it’s fair to say Diamond Foundry has gotten everyone’s attention.

Right around the time DiCaprio tweeted about his investment, Diamond Foundry’s website went live, offering white diamonds of varying carat-size, clarity, and cut at prices slightly less than those of Blue Nile, the leading online loose diamond supplier in the US. A first batch of 160 diamonds sold out in less than two weeks.

I had no emotional attachment to the diamond I had just returned to Roscheisen, Diamond Foundry’s 46-year-old CEO. But I had been on a mission to figure out if I could learn to love it—especially since I knew for certain it had never armed a terrorist, been mined by a child, or caused catastrophic environmental harm, as some natural diamonds do. I wondered whether a diamond grown in a lab could carry the same emotional weight as the real thing, without the guilt. And really, if it was identical to a natural diamond down to every last atom, as Roscheisen swore it was, what does it even mean to be the real thing?

Was this not as real as a natural diamond, forged in the depths of the earth, spat toward the surface by an ancient volcano? And perhaps even ethically superior?

Roscheisen would like for me—and millions of women like me—to believe that it is.


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Diamonds are many things, but at their basest level, diamonds are carbon. Carbon, if you (like me) don’t remember your chemistry lessons, is one of the 118 elements on the periodic table. Its symbol is C, its atomic number is 6, and it is vital to all of life on Earth. Without carbon, we wouldn’t have DNA. We wouldn’t have hair, or skin, cells, photosynthesis, trees, or plants. And we definitely wouldn’t have diamonds.

A diagram showing the different atomic structure of graphite and diamonds.

A carbon atom has four electrons in the shell around its nucleus—four little guys just looking to bond with electrons of other atoms. If four of those electrons form single bonds with, say, four hydrogen atoms, you’ll get CH4, methane. If the carbon atoms bond with more carbon atoms in a layered, chicken-wire pattern, you’ll have graphite—just one of many forms of pure carbon.

And if each electron from one carbon atom bonds with an electron from a different carbon atom in a perfectly tetrahedral structure—which is to say, if they bond in an infinitely repeatable pattern made of pyramids with four corners, four triangular faces, and six straight edges—and they keep on doing that, many billions of times, you’ll get a diamond.

So when you think about it, diamonds are a life force in its mightiest form: The densest, hardest, strongest expression of carbon, the element underlying all of life on earth.

As scientific knowledge goes, our understanding of the conditions that cause carbon to bond this way, or exactly how long it takes, is limited. That’s because it occurs over 100 miles inside the planet, at extreme temperatures and pressures. Many of the world’s diamonds were formed billions of years ago, and scientists don’t know exactly how those carbon atoms got down there inside the mantle to begin with. One (rather unsatisfying) theory is that carbon is naturally occurring in the mantle’s minerals; it’s just there. Another is that those carbon atoms were once pieces of another life form—a seashell, a piece of kelp, a snail antenna—that the planet’s shifting plates forced deep into the earth hundreds of millions of years ago.

Quite literally, according to this theory, diamonds are born of stardust, older than the sun and earth. Another hypothesis still, supported by scientists at the Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics and the University of Chicago, poses that some of these carbon atoms came to earth on meteorites formed at the very beginning of our solar system. Those particles—so small that trillions of them could fit on the head of a pin—got here as microscopic shrapnel from pre-solar supernovas, or dying stars. Quite literally, according to this theory, diamonds are born of stardust, older than the sun and earth.


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Roscheisen and his partners are making them in a garage in San Carlos, California, a sleepy suburb in Silicon Valley.

Soon after I heard about Diamond Foundry, I called Roscheisen. In a clipped Austrian accent punctuated with an effusive laugh that can only be transcribed as hya hya hya , Roscheisen told me how he and his co-founders first got into diamonds for high-tech energy applications. Then, they gave a friend-of-a-friend a stone to use for his engagement.

“We were just focused on growing the crystal all day, and then we see her smiling and so happy about the engagement ring,” said Roscheisen. “We recognized we have a quite emotional product.”

Three weeks later, Roscheisen, who looked like a consummate tech CEO in frameless glasses, grey jeans, and a zippered mock-neck one might wear skiing, pumped my hand in Diamond Foundry’s headquarters. It was “the smallest facility with the largest amount of power in it” they could find, he said, and laughed, hya hya.

Scholz, one of Roscheisen’s co-founders, is a lanky engineer with a turquoise hoodie and brown tousled hair. He handed me a pair of clear plastic safety glasses, pushed through a door marked with a yellow and red toxicity symbol and led me into a hacker’s paradise. We stopped short at a worktable alongside a shelf stacked with electrical components, tools, rolls of plastic wrap, and wire coils.

About 20 feet from where we stood, a heavy blue curtain was pulled open to reveal a machine the size of a small trailer. When Roscheisen told me about the plasma reactor over the phone, I had pictured R2D2, with a little glowing stone inside his robot head, and that wasn’t too far off. About 20 feet from where we stood, a heavy blue curtain was pulled open to reveal a machine the size of a small trailer. There was a cylindrical metal chamber, with camera lenses and sensors aimed inside a series of small glass ports around its walls. The chamber was clearly the center of the action, but engulfed by the structure that surrounded it, a monstrous series of off-white metal boxes and tanks that looked like a robotic furnace. A tangle of silver, red, and yellow hoses and tubes extended out of its roof, and a tower of primary colored lights topped one corner. At one end, a computer screen and keyboard sat ready: mission control.

“This is where the magic happens,” Scholz said, without apparent irony.

The “magic” is growing diamonds atomically identical to those found in nature. It’s possible that Scholz, a 32-year-old MIT graduate and the chief technology officer of Diamond Foundry, understands this alchemy better than almost anyone.

He picked up a molecular model of a diamond crystal, a mini jungle gym of silver sticks joined by black, gumball-like spheres.

“Each one of these represents a carbon atom,” he said, popping off one of the balls. “You need a way to separate these carbon atoms from a source material, be it a gas, be it a solid, and then you can create an environment where this carbon atom wants to join with a vacancy, in the existing crystal.” Scholz jammed the atom back into the model and put it on the table.

Though the natural conditions that force carbon atoms to bond into a diamond’s crystalline structure in nature are somewhat mysterious, Scholz and his team have created an environment to catalyze exactly that.

Here’s how it works. They place a fingernail-sized sheet of natural diamond—a reusable numbered plate they refer to as a “seed”—inside a chamber that’s heated to around 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit, approximately the temperature of an outer layer of the sun. They shoot a cocktail of greenhouse gases, including carbon and methane into the chamber, creating an unstable gas also known as a plasma. This results in a sort of chemical orgy, where carbon atoms are separated from the molecules they arrived with, and encouraged to attach to the diamond seed, arranging themselves in that very specific tetrahedral lattice.

If everything goes right, the reactor collapses what might have been several million years of production into just two weeks, and produces what looks like a small, bullet-sized block of graphite: a diamond in the rough.

“If something goes wrong,” said Scholz, “it sends us a text message.”

If everything goes right, the reactor collapses what might have been several million years of production into just two weeks. If anything goes wrong, it sends them a text message. Since 2012, plenty of things had gone wrong. There had been explosions, plasma tornados, and batches of brown stones. But on that sunny Wednesday in January, the dazzling, pea-sized foundry diamond I rolled between my fingertips lit up with disco ball brilliance.

In the physical sense, the stone was a diamond down to each of its atoms. Yet anyone who’s ever considered buying a diamond or wished to wear one can tell you atomic structure has little to do with it.


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A diamond, of course, is not just a tetrahedral arrangement of carbon atoms, or even dust from a dying star. A diamond is love, commitment, legitimacy, achievement, romance. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend; diamonds are baller. A diamond, the industry would remind you, is forever. And it is nowhere more symbolically fraught than it is on the fourth finger—the ring finger, that is—of a woman’s left hand.

Yes. (De Beers)

The dazzling optimism of engagement ring-studded Pinterest pages, prism-streaked #Isaidyes selfies, and shriek-eliciting ring revelations at the office—that deep-down belief that this stone is special, forever, and meant only for you—can be attributed to a single company: De Beers. For several decades, De Beers has been laser-focused on making consumers believe in its greatest asset, which isn’t actually diamonds, but rather the idea of diamonds.

The company explicitly defined the “diamond dream” in a 2014 report: “The allure that diamonds have for consumers, based on their association with romance and a sense of the eternal, and the fact that they are seen as a lasting source of value.”

This is the exact same dream De Beers conceived about 75 years prior, with the help of Philadelphia-based advertising agency, N.W. Ayer. After the Great Depression nearly destroyed demand for diamonds, N.W. Ayer launched a campaign to the make the stones—specifically those set in engagement rings—not only an accessory, but a cultural touchstone.

That is some copy. (Flickr/National Museum of American History Smithsonian Institution)

N.W. Ayer’s campaign would come to be understood as the most successful of the 20th century—and unlike anything that came before it. As Edward Jay Epstein chronicled in The Atlanticmagazine in 1982, the agency focused not simply on sales, but what it called “a problem in mass psychology”—its mission to make the diamond engagement ring “a psychological necessity capable of competing successfully at the retail level with utility goods and services.”

It worked. In just three years, between 1938 and 1941, N.W. Ayer helped increase De Beers’ US diamond sales by 55%. Far more importantly, the agency planted the powerful idea in the American psyche that a diamond was an essential step in romantic courtship—and its size was directly proportional to the love, worth, and prowess of the man who offered it. (Naysayers need look no further than a more contemporary De Beers ad featuring a diamond with the caption, “Where’d you get that diamond?” beside a bigger one with the caption, “Where’d you get that man?” In other words: size matters.)

In 1947, Frances Gerety, a female copywriter (unmarried) captured precisely the sentiment De Beers needed when she penned the line “a diamond is forever,”and rewrote the history of American advertising. In four words, Gerety evoked the totemic weight of a diamond, and the old-as-the-stars wonder of its natural origins. The agency planted the idea that a diamond’s size was directly proportional to the love, worth, and prowess of the man who offered it. While Gerety continued to write poetic copy for De Beers’ print advertisements, her partner in crime at N.W. Ayer, Dorothy “Diamond Dot” Dignam (also single), launched a celebrity placement campaign decades ahead of its time. Just like Harry Winston, Chopard, and Bulgari do today, N.W. Ayer loaned diamonds for movie stars to wear to awards shows and social events. Before the age of the email blast, Diamond Dot chronicled celebrities’ diamonds in a weekly newsletter she circulated to 125 newspapers.

In 1951, N.W. Ayer declared victory in an annual report: “For a number of years we have found evidence that the diamond engagement ring tradition is consistently growing stronger. Jewelers now tell us ‘a girl is not engaged unless she has a diamond engagement ring.’”

In just a little over a decade, De Beers and N.W. Ayer had effectively invented the diamond engagement ring tradition.


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De Beers dreamed all this up, of course, to peddle the diamonds from its mines in South Africa. The idea that a diamond was a deeply personal symbol of love not only encouraged consumers to buy diamonds, it discouraged them from selling them. This helped De Beers control the flow of diamonds on the market—and the price with it. Back then, the company held a near-complete monopoly on the supply, and could control the scarcity of diamonds simply by throttling back on its production. Today, it shares control of the $19 billion market with four other multinational mining companies. But an integral part of its living legacy—this diamond dream—is still about scarcity, and crucially, authenticity: A finite, perfect supply, billions of years in the making, in the depths of mother earth. This makes natural diamonds special and worthy of their status as a once-in-a-lifetime, never-let-it-go embodiment of the love between a couple.

This is what Diamond Foundry is up against.

Utter the words cubic zirconia to try and wrap your head around how hard it will be for Diamond Foundry to break into the diamond dream. (And if you’re too young to remember it, moissanite.) Other manufacturers of lab-grown diamonds have been here before, too. In the early 2000s, a Florida-based company called Gemesis made a splashwith its yellow diamonds, but struggled to achieve the bright white clarity consumers covet. The company’s color offerings have improved, and it has since changed its name to Pure Grown Diamonds—but it’s still hardly the stuff that dreams are made of.

Perhaps, just possibly, all this creates an opening for Diamond Foundry as the purveyor of carbon-neutral, artisanal diamonds, grown, cut, and polished in California. It is a formidable challenge for Diamond Foundry, to be sure, but it’s not insurmountable. For starters, the diamond industry has struggled mightily in the wake of the financial crisis. The fallout has forced some diamond cutters and polishers out of business, and others to seek out alternative suppliers of rough diamonds. Meanwhile, a growing millennial customer base cares about where its stones come from. They want nothing to do with blood diamonds, tainted by war or repression. These shoppers value transparency, good origin stories, and clean ethical and environmental records—hardly the strong suit of the mined diamond industry. They favor companies that smack of innovation, technology, and convenience—think Tesla, Warby Parker, Uber, and Netflix. Perhaps, just possibly, all this creates an opening for Diamond Foundry as the purveyor of carbon-neutral, artisanal diamonds, grown, cut, and polished in California.

Plus, Diamond Foundry has Leonardo DiCaprio, early investor, Blood Diamond movie star, Oscar winner, and painfully eligible bachelor.

Actor Leonardo DiCaprio arrives at the 22nd Screen Actors Guild Awards in Los Angeles, California January 30, 2016. REUTERS/Mike Blake - RTX24QQD Diamond Foundry investor Leonardo DiCaprio. (Reuters/Mike Blake)
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If creating a diamond in a plasma reactor seems audacious, consider what it takes to get one out of the ground.

In Russia, Alrosa—neck-and-neck with De Beers for the highest production—has dug chasms into the earth over a mile wide and nearly half-a-mile deep. In Namibia, De Beers’ ships sweep the seabed, sucking up the ocean floor at rates approaching half a million cubic feet per hour, dredging and straining for diamonds to be packed into canisters and flown out by helicopter. On a snow and ice-covered island in the sub-Arctic Northwest Territories of Canada, a Rio Tinto and Dominion Diamond Corp. partnership drills for stones below the water table of Lac de Gras. (You can see the mine’s evolution over the past 21 years here.) In Botswana, Debswana—a joint venture of the government and De Beers—excavated some 20 million carats of diamonds in 2015 from its pit mines, which are visible from space.

Compared to the ongoing cost of a diamond mining operation—say, a cool $1.3 billionfor a sub-Arctic, underwater heated retaining wall—the $100 million that Diamond Foundry has raised from investors seems modest.

“Diamond mining really does not makes sense,” Roscheisen told me at Diamond Foundry, while two men sat at laser cutters in the next room, paring rough diamonds from their seeds—the wafer-like slices of natural diamond that would be sent back to the reactor, to grow another stone.

“It doesn’t make sense to move 20 tons of soil to discover a miniscule quantity of diamond, and have all the environmental and social costs associated,” said Roscheisen. “It doesn’t make sense today and it won’t make sense 10 years from now. The amount of capital investment—it takes billions of dollars to prepare a mine for exploitation—those types of investments will make less and less sense in the future.”

“The supply of rough diamonds is pretty flat. We know where the mines are. We know what they’re producing.” The fact is, it’s been some time since mining companies have even had the opportunity to make those types of investments in the $15 billion rough diamond market—and when they do, the lead times are long. Rio Tinto found the last source of diamonds worth mining in 2004, a deposit in India called Bunder—and it’s still not producing stones. De Beers began work on Gancho Kué, a pit mine in northern Canada where temperatures reach -40 celsius, in 1995. It is only expected to start producing diamonds this year.

“The supply of rough diamonds is pretty flat,” said Fazal Chaudri, an independent consultant for the industry. “We know where the mines are. We know what they’re producing. We know that in the next few years there’s not really going to be a huge upswing in supply.”

Chaudri advises players in what the diamond industry calls the “midstream,” cutters and polishers who buy rough diamonds, turn them into gemstones, and sell them for jewelry. While multinational corporations control diamond mining, the midstream is still largely made up of private, family-owned businesses—some several generations old.

This sector of the industry has had a brutal few years, to say the least.

Just like the cheap loans that led to the US mortgage crisis, easy credit in the diamond industry supported a bubble in rough diamond prices for years. For a while, this worked for everyone. Cutters and polishers paid mining companies handsome prices for their rough diamonds, which they financed with easy-to-get, low-interest loans. So long as the price for their finished, polished diamonds stayed high, everybody won.

But the polished diamond price didn’t stay high. Demand in important markets like the US and China flagged, the polished price fell, and many cutters and polishers were left holding bags of rough diamonds for which they’d overpaid—and loans they couldn’t make good on. This gave the diamond industry—and probably more than a few diamond cutters—an acute case of what the Financial Times called“indigestion.”

Worse still, the price for rough diamonds, largely controlled by a small handful of companies, remained high.

“The raw [rough] diamond price is still high but the polishers have to sell cheaper because of the drop in demand,” Chirag Kakadia, an Indian diamond polisher, told the Financial Timesin January, 2016. “We are forced to purchase higher but sell lower. Our production has dropped 40% from 2014 but our sales are 50% less.”

What smells like blood in the water to some, smells like opportunity for Diamond Foundry. That squeeze on midstream margins forced some cutters and polishers out of the industry altogether. Many who remained have struggled to stay afloat. In the wake of the financial crisis, access to financing to purchase rough diamonds has remained elusive, and in some cases, dried up all together. In 2014, the Belgian government forced the closure of the Antwerp Diamond Bank, one of the major financiers to the midstream, as a condition for bailing out its parent company, KCB. The State Bank of India, Britain’s Standard Charter Bank, and other top lenders have also tightened their purse strings.

“The cutters felt very, very squeezed from a margin point of view and from a finance point of view, from a liquidity point of view,” said Chaudri. “So they just stopped buying. And so you see that the big miners hardly sold any rough diamonds in the second half of the year…The second half of last year, 2015, was a really bad one. It’s been quite a tough year for the industry.”

“There is no doubt that 2015 saw major challenges in the midstream of our business,” Lynette Gould, a De Beers representative, wrote in an email. She described the steps De Beers had taken to ease their customers’ pain: Lowering rough diamond production, reducing prices, and spending around $100 million on new marketing campaigns—including what she described as “the largest-ever investment in Forevermark’s A Diamond is Forever Christmas campaign in the US.”

What smells like blood in the water to some, smells like opportunity for Diamond Foundry.

“The middle tier is being squeezed, and the loyalty is breaking up in the industry,” Roscheisen told me. “Everyone is looking for other ways to grow.” One of Diamond Foundry’s biggest customers, he added, was a De Beers’ sightholder—the rarely privileged diamond trader with a contract to buy in bulk directly from the mining company—for 40 years.

“He opted out this year for good,” said Roscheisen.

For now, Roscheisen and his partners can only produce about 2,000 carats per month, nowhere near sufficient to satisfy such a dealer. (Diamond Foundry’s current production puts it at not quite 0.02% of the 125 million carats the mining industry turns up each year.) They’re considering supplying outside cutters and polishers once the foundry’s production capacity—which has already doubled since November—can support it. Until they’re able to, though, Diamond Foundry is content to focus on its own team of cutters and polishers in the US and Israel, and about 25 independent jewelry designer partners. Together, Roscheisen believes his business has the opportunity to do something different: Create a new diamond dream altogether.

At Diamond Foundry’s headquarters I met Maarten de Witte, a 64-year old diamond cutter with a wiry silver beard, cornflower eyes, and a diamond stud that sparkled from his ear. The sleeves of his pale chambray shirt were rolled up to reveal his thick wrists, one of which was tattooed with an octahedron, to represent the form rough diamonds often take in nature.

“The diamond cutters I grew up with are few and far between,” he told me. “We mostly have become repair artists, fixing broken diamonds, old-fashioned diamonds, things like that.”

For almost 20 years, de Witte trained salespeople for Hearts on Fire, a Boston-based brand that wholesales diamonds to jewelers. He also designed and developed special cuts for the brand, which were executed by cutters at a factory in China. In 2013, De Beers estimated that China and India were home to more than 800,000 diamond cutters and polishers between them, compared to less than 100 in the US.

De Witte has the designation of “master diamond cutter,” making him the rare craftsman who can take a diamond in its rough form—a stone most of us wouldn’t pick up off the sidewalk—and turn it into a conversation-stopping, symmetrically-faceted dazzler. But in his 30-odd years as a cutter, de Witte has rarely had the chance to do that, because most diamonds are cut in India before he can get his hands on them. He told me he had only cut a few dozen diamonds from their rough, original state in his entire career when he got a call from Diamond Foundry in October. They had a piece of lab-grown rough diamond they wanted cut locally.

“As an artist, all of a sudden there’s material available,” he said. “And that’s been virtually unheard of my entire career.”

The foundry diamond Roscheisen loaned me was a 58-faceted round brilliant cut stone, as are the vast majority of diamonds American women say “yes” to today. Easily repeatable, scientifically proven to maximize light return, and—most importantly—highly saleable, the round brilliant diamond has become the industry standard.

“As an artist, all of a sudden there’s material available. That’s been virtually unheard of my entire career.” “You can’t blame the diamond industry in terms of the very conservative portfolio of designs that they have. It’s a very expensive material to experiment with,” said de Witte. “I’ve been trying to get unique cuts into the marketplace for years, and been stonewalled because the reaction within the market has been, ‘Look, we make a round brilliant, we have no problem selling it. Whatever we buy, we cut, we sell, so what do we need [unique cuts] for?”

De Witte described the portfolio of new designs he’s planning to roll out, domed faceting patterns that maximize sparkle, and capitalize on the depth of stones that Diamond Foundry is capable of producing. Because the reactors grow diamonds in a cube shape, rather than the octohedrons usually found in nature, he could employ new geometries.

“Like in jazz, you could have a jazz signature,” he said, snapping his fingers. “Like it’s nine-seven time—so it’d be nine [facets] on top and seven on the bottom. I mean, you could do anything you want, and the material can be affordable enough that the experimentation can take place,” he said.

What’s more, the short, local supply chain could allow customers to work directly with de Witte to develop a custom cut: a couture engagement diamond. While it’s true a foundry diamond—which already sounds worlds sexier than “lab-grown”—doesn’t come with the million-year-old pedigree of a diamond dug from the ground, it could come with bragging rights of its own: the fact that its wearer (or her partner) worked closely with an artisan to create something unique, made especially for her.


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For now, Diamond Foundry is still producing plenty of round brilliants, like the one they loaned me—and also like the one that Christine Guibara, one of the jewelry designers making pieces the company sells on its website, was preparing to fit into an engagement ring that afternoon for a customer in Texas. Guibara, 30-years old, wore a bright smile, floral blouse, slim jeans, and watermelon-colored Ferragamo flats when she met me at her studio less than 10 miles from Diamond Foundry, in Burlingame, California.

The place was like the diamond dream incarnate.

In Guibara’s workspace, above a sprawling studio where her father, a metal sculptor, works, illuminated circus-style letters spelled out L-O-V-E above a sofa scattered with decorative pillows. Giant clamshells on pedestals displayed earthy and whimsical work: Pearls set in organically shaped gold petals, and gold owl cufflinks with sapphires for eyes. Linen-lined display boxes beside Guibara’s computer held dozens of the designer’s most beloved one-of-kind stones: opals, emeralds, and tourmalines that naturally grew in mosaic patterns and multicolor variations.

When I asked Guibara about a favorite gem, her eyes flashed.

“I love diamonds,” she said, with a laugh. “They have a luster that some stones don’t have. It’s been scientifically proven and all those things—but you can see it when you work with the diamonds.”

And Guibara handles a lot of diamonds. About 70% of her business is bridal, and she sources a custom stone for almost every ring, working with dealers from Israel and Antwerp to her local San Francisco diamond district. Depending on the customer, she might find a mined stone from Canada (which comes with a sparkling human rights record), or Africa (less so). Guibara also helps clients track down what she calls “post-consumer” diamonds, which are stones recycled from old pieces of jewelry—like the reclaimed wood of diamonds.

Now, she’s added foundry diamonds—made in Roscheisen’s reactor just eight highway exits away—to that list of options.

Guibara was working with a single-carat round brilliant foundry diamond, of a I VS2 color and clarity, which indicates a slightly warm white diamond with inclusions that are only visible under a magnifying glass. It would have set the customer back about $4,000, plus another $2,500 for a yellow gold art deco-style setting. A similar stone from the online diamond retailer Blue Nile, without a setting, would carry a price tag of between $11,000 and $14,000.

Guibara says she doesn’t see the demand for natural diamonds going away, but believes Diamond Foundry could bring her customers that may have otherwise opted out of a diamond altogether, a new generation of diamond dreamers who care about environmental footprints and traceability.

“Basically, it solves an issue that a lot of people had and will bring more people into the diamond industry,” she said. “Some people who would have gone alternative bridal—not had a ring, not had a stone—may be really interested by this.”

She wore multiple rings, but the one I couldn’t take my eyes off was on her left ring finger, a weighty white diamond in polished gold prongs which held it like talons. What’s more, foundry diamonds are priced at about 10-15% less than their natural counterparts, offering customers a little more bling for their buck—worth noting, as today it’s the upwardly mobile who drive luxury spendingwith conspicuous signifiers of their newly acquired wealth.

As Guibara and I talked, I couldn’t help getting distracted by her hands. She wore multiple rings, but the one I couldn’t take my eyes off was on her left ring finger, a weighty white diamond that sat in polished gold prongs which held it like talons. The stone seemed to flash at me in indigo, orange, and lime.

In that moment, I’ll confess that my research became more personal than professional. Setting aside all those questions about supply chains, marketing schemes, and luxury spending, I just had to ask: What is that? (And by extension, how do I get one?)

This, Guibara told me, was her own engagement ring, holding out her hand. Gazing into the diamond’s center felt a little like looking into the ocean’s surface in the sun. Guibara said it was an up-cycled old European cut, and had probably had its wide, sloped facets since the 1800s. Back then, she said, cutting techniques were cruder, and made for stones that reflected less light than contemporary cuts, but more color. If today’s densely faceted modern brilliant cuts sparkled like crushed ice, said Guibara, old European cuts were confetti.

That night, I left Guibara’s studio giddy with my new knowledge of old European-cut stones, considering how one might look on my own finger. In the weeks since, I’ve scrolled through her Instagram accountmany times, admiring up-cycled stones with captions describing proposals on the cliffs at Big Sur, and close-ups of solitaire settings. I’ve considered that were I—or someone else—to fork over thousands of dollars for a stone that was cut over a century ago, no multinational mining company or sketchy smuggler would see those profits. But then again, with a pedigree that old, it would very possibly be connected to miserable working conditions or exploitation somewhere in its history.


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Much of that nagging guilt—along with that of the “alternative bridal” customers Guibara described—is no doubt the result of the “blood diamond” entering the popular conscience a decade ago, when DiCaprio starred in a blockbuster film of the same name. The film, set in 1999 Sierra Leone, grippingly illustrated how diamonds mined in war-torn African countries financed rebel forces and fueled unspeakable violence.

Blood Diamond came three years after the diamond industry established the Kimberley Process, an international certificate protocol designed to stem the flow of conflict diamonds. But the Kimberley Process hasn’t so much protected Africans from diamond-fueled violence and illegal exploitation as it has protected consumers and diamond dealers from the thought that their diamonds may have blood on them.

“If you’re a consumer, to know that this diamond came from this mine in Botswana is almost impossible.” Outside of jewelry stores, the Kimberley Process’s ineffectiveness is widely acknowledged. In 2011 Global Witness, the NGO that helped establish the process in 2003, announced its resignation as official observer, citing the protocol’s failure to address conflict diamonds and horrific violations in Cote d’Ivoire, Venezuela, and Zimbabwe. More recently, a United Nations panel estimated that the Central African Republic, where both Muslim rebels and Christian militias benefit from the diamond trade, was the source of an estimated $24 million of smuggled diamonds between the Kimberley Process’s suspension of its exports in May 2013 and October of the following year. Plus, the Kimberley Process’s definition of a conflict diamond is maddeningly narrow.

In the US, anyone buying a diamond will be advised of the all-important Gemological Institute of America (GIA) certification. You’d be a sucker to buy a diamond without one, since the price of a diamond is determined, in large part by the four C’s the GIA assesses: cut, clarity, color, and carat. The GIA will laser-sear your diamond with a microscopic inscription, lest a shady jeweler try to switch it on you, and draw a map of flaws which are invisible to the naked eye. But it can’t tell you where a diamond came from.

For the most part, asking a jeweler where a diamond initially came from will get you a nebulous answer: “We only buy from reputable sources;” “They’re all conflict-free,” and so on. But the fact, with few exceptions, is that no one really knows where on earth it originated.

“These diamonds get more air miles than your average American in a year,” Chaudri told me, describing a typical diamond’s journey from a mine in Africa, to traders in Antwerp, cutters and polishers in India, jewelry manufacturers in China, and, ultimately, a retailer in the US. “If you’re a consumer, to know that this diamond came from this mine in Botswana is almost impossible.”

Diamond Foundry, on the other hand, can account for every single atom of its products, and guarantee it was created, cut, polished, and set entirely in California.

But some people will still say it’s not a real diamond.

One jeweler whispered in my ear, asking me the difference between fake and real boobs, as if this would convince me of the classiness of a natural diamond. When I brought my Diamond Foundry loaner to the New York City diamond district—a gritty stretch of 47th street—one dealer told me it was a nice stone, quoted a price for it, and then knocked it in half when I told him it came from a lab. More than one jeweler asked if I was single, and advised me to make sure I got a natural diamond when the time came—even if it was half the size. One whispered in my ear, asking me the difference between fake boobs and real boobs, as if this would convince me of the classiness of a natural diamond.

The jewelry designer Anna Sheffield, who makes and sells edgy, elegant engagement rings with natural diamonds in downtown Manhattan, told me she’d consider using foundry diamonds, but wouldn’t offer them in the same settings she uses for their natural counterparts.

“Just to protect my clients who have come the extra mile and gotten a [natural] D-flawless,” she said. “To not have someone be next to them on a the train that has a giant fake diamond—because I feel like, in a way, it devalues the brand.”

Brand is paramount. Of course, that’s Diamond Foundry’s challenge in a nutshell: How to take its physically correct diamonds and shake the word “fake.” A foundry diamond needs to evoke authenticity, value, class, and that same sense of eternity De Beers created more than 75 years ago. It needs to sell a new diamond dream.

Names like Tiffany, Cartier, and Harry Winston all command a certain respect and price tag when it comes to diamonds. In a 2013 report on the diamond industry, McKinsey stated that shoppers with “new money,” who are less likely to have inherited jewelry, increasingly prefer branded jewelry.

Roscheisen gets that. He is working on it. As we left the Gramercy Park Hotel and walked toward Park Avenue to find him a cab, he seemed increasingly like, well, the CEO of a luxury brand, and less like a Silicon Valley engineer. It was Fashion Week, and he had just flown in from Richard Branson’s private island in the Caribbean. That night he was going with Wendi Murdoch, Rupert’s fashionable ex-wife and an advisor on the Diamond Foundry’s board, to a premiere of Zoolander 2 . In a Barney’s bag, he carried the new Prada suit he would wear. Next, he would go to the birthday party in Aspen of Mark Pincus, the Diamond Foundry investor. In the interim, he had spent the day in meetings at the New York office of Karla Otto, the international public relations firm that represents brands such as Céline, Dior, and—now—Diamond Foundry.

The real PR coup, I told Roscheisen, would be to get DiCaprio to propose with a foundry diamond. He laughed.

“Yeah, I have a story about that,” he said, and stopped himself.

For Hollywood’s most-eligible bachelor to get engaged with a Diamond Foundry stone would be a very 21st century homage to the work Frances Gerety and “Diamond Dot” Dingnam did for De Beers some 60 years ago—not to mention DiCaprio’s own work in Blood Diamond. It would also place Diamond Foundry at the heart of a new diamond dream.

As for me, I keep thinking about those old European-cut diamonds, and scrolling through Christine Guibara’s Instagram account. I quite like the idea of collaborating with her and Maarten de Witte on a foundry diamond with an old-fashioned cut, made in California, just for me.

Really, it’s all about the diamond dream you can believe in.


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Video portraits by Nushmia Khan


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Photos: Ultra-fashionable seniors are proof that style can get better with age

Photos: Ultra-fashionable seniors are proof that style can get better with age

Valerie Von Sobel just had a birthday.

Valerie Von Sobel just had a birthday. In March, the philanthropist and artist noted her new age in an Instagram picture, dressed in second-skin leggings and a white blouse overlaid in a sheer black fabric, perhaps organza.

It is not the outfit you’d expect of someone born three-quarters of a century ago, but at 75, Von Sobel’s looks never are.

A photo posted by Valerie Von Sobel (@valerie_von_sobel) on Apr 13, 2016 at 8:45pm PDT

To judge by fashion runways, you’d think clothes were sold with an age limit. In numerous ways, society quietly suggests that, as you age, fashion ceases to belong to you. The market reflects that idea. Sales of women’s fashion, for instance, enter a slumpafter the age 44.

Ari Seth Cohen’s new book, Advanced Style: Older & Wiser , which is filled with street-style photos and brief profiles of older people who dress with more exuberance than the average millennial, shows that notion to be nonsense.

The new book is a sequel to Cohen’s 2012 title with the same name and intent: Documenting older women and men Cohen has encountered who dress with an abundance of personality and creativity. Some are well-known, such as Linda Rodin, founder of a successful beauty line. Others less so. But Cohen finds one similarity in all of them.

“I’m trying to show women who embrace where they are in life, who celebrate where they are in life, and who continue to be active and creative and vital,” he says. “It’s the joy and art of dressing that I see in them.”

Images from Advanced Style: Older & Wiser, by Ari Seth Cohen The joy and art of dressing. (Ari Seth Cohen/Advanced Style: Older & Wiser)

Cohen, who began photographing older people after his grandmother passed away, says his subjects are self-possessed in a way the young rarely are, and that makes the way they dress feel less self-conscious.

Von Sobel, for example, exudes confidence in every outfit she chooses. “I am truly at a point that I just don’t care, and therefore I do it with abandon,” she says.

Von Sobel’s love of fashion started early, but being a Hungarian refugee who had to support her family, she couldn’t pursue it when she was younger. Now she loves the creativity involved in putting an outfit together, and especially accessorizing one. “I travel like a camel,” she says. “I’m besotted with accessories.”

Images from Advanced Style, by Ari Seth Cohen Don’t forget to accessorize. (Ari Seth Cohen/Advanced Style: Older & Wiser)

A few fashion campaigns have enlisted models over 60 in recent years—see Céline casting 80-year-old Joan Didion, or Saint Laurent picking Joni Mitchell. But only rarelydo brands select models of that age who aren’t already cultural icons, and as fashion critic Vanessa Friedman has argued, it doesn’t necessarily translate to brands designing for older clients.

The people in Cohen’s book show what a shame that is. There’s 97-year-old Tao Porchon-Lynch, who marched with Gandhi, worked with the French Resistance to helps Jews escape the Nazis, and modeled for designers including Chanel and Jeanne Lanvin. She is now a yoga master and became an award-winning competitive ballroom dancer at 87. Her attitude comes across in wardrobe of bright, bold colors.

There are Morton and Virginia Linder, 77 and 76 respectively, who have rarely been apart for the last 53 years, and go to the Burning Man festival each year with a kite-flying group. They dress like surrealist hippies.

And there are numerous other people whose clothes defy the conventions we associate with aging.

One of the impressions you get from the book is that it’s less about clothing and more about dispelling ideas about what it means to be over 60. “I think there’s something very fundamentally wrong with how we view aging,” Cohen says. “In America it’s all about youth and trying to look younger, plastic surgery, and the fear of growing older.”

In Cohen’s book, growing old looks pretty great.

Images from Advanced Style: Older & Wiser, by Ari Seth Cohen Style all their own. (Ari Seth Cohen/Advanced Style: Older & Wiser)
These watches don’t count your steps or store your music, but they cost more than a house

These watches don’t count your steps or store your music, but they cost more than a house

Basel, Switzerland
The Swiss watch market is flagging, but you wouldn’t have known it at Baselworld, the international annual watch and jewelry fair which wrapped Thursday (March 24).

Here, fine watchmakers—most of them Swiss—touted exquisite and over-the-top showpieces with price tags reaching well into six figures. They discussed the mechanical features, known in the business as “complications,” that separate their watches from the rest of the schlock on the marketplace, along with their extensive production times, innovative materials, and over-the-top adornments.

And it makes sense: While Swiss watch exports are down overall—2015 saw a 3.3% decrease, according to the Swiss Watch Federation—Switzerland still leads the world when it comes to high-end watches.

The average price of watches exported by China in 2015 was about four dollars. The average price-tag on a Swiss watch was about $748.

That would be a bargain compared to these showpieces at Baselworld. Here are a handful of the timepieces from the world’s finest watchmakers—along with their prices and the quantity to be made, in case you have a few hundred thousand dollars burning a hole in your pocket.


Hublot: Big Bang Sapphire All-Black Hublot Big Bang Sapphire All-Black (Courtesy, Hublot)

Why it’s special: Hublot’s high-tech, chunky black timepieces have a distinctive aesthetic that looks as natural on the wrist of say, Iron Man, as it does on DJ Khaled (also a fan). This one is made of titanium and smoked sapphire, which looks as badass as it sounds, and the titanium buckle on its rubber strap closes with an extremely satisfying click.

What it costs: $64,000

How many they’ll make: 500 pieces


Hermès: Slim d’Hermès Pocket Panthère Slim d’Hermès Pocket Panthère (Courtesy, Hermès)

Why it’s special: First of all, it’s a pocket watch with a panther on it, so there’s that. Two artists, engraver Jean-Vincent Hugenin and enamel painter Anita Porchet, collaborated to execute this portable work of art on a white gold canvas.

baselworld, hermes Anita Porchet’s palette. (©Pierre-William Henry Photographe /Hermes)

Porchet’s painting is so fine she uses her fingernail—her fingernail!—as her palette. The back of the watch is transparent to show off its mechanical movement. But let’s be honest, this one is really about the front.

What it costs: $261,000

How many they’ll make: One


Seiko: Credor Fugaku Tourbillon Limited Edition GBCC999 Seiko Credor Fugaku Tourbillon Limited Edition GBCC999 (Courtesy, Seiko)

Why it’s special: Okay, this one is Japanese, not Swiss, but we snuck it in with good reason. Three master craftsmen recognized by the Japanese government—one designer, one watchmaker, and one engraver—plus one lacquer artist, combined their skills to make a Hokusai wave-inspired watch as impressive on the back as it is on the front.

Yes, that’s the back. (Courtesy, Seiko.)

Watch nerds will appreciate its super-thin tourbillon mechanism—and anyone with eyes will appreciate the wave design on the dial and the 43 sapphires which surround it.

What it costs: About $460,000

How many they’ll make: Eight pieces


Bulgari: Octo Finissimo Minute Repeater baselworld Bulgari Octo Finissimo Minute Repeater (Courtesy, Bulgari)

Why it’s special: Like Seiko’s Credor Fugaku, Bulgari’s new showpiece boasts an ultra-fine tourbillon. Both claim to be the thinnest in the world, and though it looks like Bulgari’s is probably the winner, that’s not the feature that charmed us. Rather, it was when Bulgari CEO Jean-Christophe Babin picked up the watch like a toddler showing off his new toy, and activated the minute repeater: a feature that emits lovely crystalline tones letting the wearer know the time with a combination of chimes that specify the hours, quarter-hours, and minutes.

We think this should indicate 12:58, but are certain the watch read 11:58 when Babin demonstrated. To be honest, we’re not accustomed to telling time this way, but understand it might be an elegant alternative to fumbling for one’s phone in the dark.

What it costs: Approximately $165,000

How many they’ll make: 50 pieces


Breitling: Superocean Chronoworks Breitling Superocean Chronoworks (Courtesy, Breitling)

Why it’s special: This watch has three different chronographs— aka stopwatches—which might be useful for timing your next Formula One race, or your kid’s split at a swim meet. It’s also incredibly energy-efficient, with a power reserve of nearly 100 hours. (Mechanical watches such as these get their energy from a wound spring, not a battery.) That means you can take it off for nearly four days without having to wind and reset it. Just be careful where you leave it.

What it costs: $39,295

How many they’ll make: 100 pieces


Ulysse Nardin: Grand Deck Marine Tourbillon Ulysse Nardin Grand Deck Marine Tourbillon (Courtesy, Ulysse Nardin)

Why it’s special: This one is for your favorite yachtsman. On the watch’s dial, four little silver pins function like winches (those metal spools you use to crank in the sails) pulling the boom—the pole at the foot of the sail—across the watch’s face over 60 minutes. Every hour, the watch’s “boom” swings back across the its face. (This is the point on an actual boat when you yell “Jibe ho!” or at least politely tell everyone to watch their head.) The dial, made of teeny-tiny strips of inlaid grey oak, actually looks like a miniaturized boat deck.

What it costs: $280,000

How many they’ll make: 18 pieces


Patek Philippe: World Time Chronograph 5930 baselworld Patek Philippe World Time Chronograph 5930 (Courtesy, Patek Philippe)

Why it’s special: Need to ring your girlfriend in Dubai, but don’t want to wake her? Just use the (white gold) pusher at 10 o’clock to turn the time zone of your choice to 12 o’clock. Then, should you wish, you can also use the chronograph to time your phone call. To be honest, we found a few other new Pateks to be far lovelier, but this is the one that has watch enthusiasts wound up(excuse the pun).

What it costs: $73,700

How many they’ll make: undisclosed


Rolex: Oyster Perpetual Pearlmaster 39 Rolex Pearlmaster 39 (Courtesy, Rolex)

Why it’s special: It’s a Rolex covered in diamonds. That said, at just 39 mm, this watch was downright dainty compared to some of the hockey puck-sized cases required to contain the technology of these seriously advanced timepieces. Rolex has 14 patents on the mechanical designs powering this watch, lest you underestimate its technology. It will also tell you the date.

What it costs: $123,750

How many they’ll make: undisclosed

Instagram’s planned algorithm change has some of its stars worried they’ll disappear

Instagram’s planned algorithm change has some of its stars worried they’ll disappear

An upcoming change in Instagram’s algorithm has the (artfully filtered) panties of the photo-sharing platform’s users in a figurative bunch.

Rather than photos appearing in chronological order, as they presently do, Instagram is testing an algorithm that will favor photos and videos “based on the likelihood you’ll be interested in the content,” according to a March 15 blog poston Instagram’s website. Like the feed you see on Facebook, “the order of photos and videos in your feed will be based on the likelihood you’ll be interested in the content, your relationship with the person posting and the timeliness of the post.”

Instagram says the idea is to make sure that we don’t miss posts we care about. But those words have struck fear in the hearts of the platform’s users, and a rash of insecurity has spread across the site. The concern is that the algorithm could hurt some users’ “influence”—which is to say, their visibility and the amount of interaction with their posts—on the platform. These fearful, thirsty usershave reacted with posts hashtagged #TURNMEON, begging followers to turn on personalized notifications to ensure that no selfie goes unseen, no #ootd unliked.

Naturally, many of the #TURNMEON posts come from brands, which may be reasonably concerned that users’ personal connections and Instagram’s paying advertisers’ posts will be favored over theirs.

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More than 62,000 Instagrams had been hashtagged #turnmeon at the time of writing, and a change.org petition (against, um, the change) had more than 324,000 supporters.

Instagram’s message to panicked users: Be cool.

A company representative told Vanity Fairthe new algorithm is currently only being tested with a single-digit percentage of its users, and Instagram tweeted a promiseon Monday (March 28) to notify users when “changes roll out broadly.” Despite that, many of the #turnmeon requests display a message warning that “Instagram is changing from tomorrow.” (Update, March 29: “This meme is incorrect that the changes are happening today,” an Instagram representative told Quartz. “There are still weeks, or even months, of testing to come before we roll this out more broadly. Currently the test groups are very small. We will let the community know before any changes are made.”)

To be sure, change is tough. I am an avid Instagram user, and already lament the ways advertisements disrupt the once-personal feelingof my photo feed. I too would rather scroll through photos chronologically, and decide for myself what I consider to be important.

But I am not going to answer the widespread plea to #turnmeon. No way am I going to set up notifications that buzz me every bloody time a brand posts a photo—or even when one of my beloved friends does.

It’s a point Eva Chen, Instagram’s head of fashion partnerships, made rather elegantly (via Instagram). “I feel like getting thousands of post notifications a day would be stressful,” she muses in the caption to a selfie in which she oscillates in a rocking chair, with a cup of tea.

A video posted by Eva Chen (@evachen212) on Mar 28, 2016 at 3:08pm PDT

Algorithm or not, I doubt I would have missed that one.

Fashion houses are discovering tomorrow’s art stars on Instagram

Fashion houses are discovering tomorrow’s art stars on Instagram

It has not even been a year since the New York-based artist Kelly Beeman typed the “@” that would launch her career.

In the spring of 2015, Beeman was supporting herself with odd jobs, including restaurant work and Spanish translation, while painting on the side, as she had done for years. Then, one day in May, after she finished a particularly fetching watercolor of a woman wearing a blue-and-white striped blouse, which she sawin the fashion designer J.W. Anderson’s resort 2015 collection, she took a picture of the painting, and shared it on Instagram. Afterward, on a bit of a lark, she typed the designer’s Instagram handle—@jw_anderson—beneath the photo.

A photo posted by Kelly Beeman Illustration (@kellymariebeeman) on May 17, 2015 at 11:52am PDT

“I’m actually really shy in general,” Beeman told Quartz over the phone. “I didn’t even use hashtags for a long time, because I felt like, ‘My god, who’s looking at this?’ So it was a huge leap for me to tag a designer. I felt really uncomfortable but I thought, ‘You know, they might like it. Why not?'”

They didn’t just like it. Soon after Beeman tagged the image, @jw_anderson replied with a single word: “love.”

Since then, Anderson has commissioned Beeman to paint her Matisse-meets-Maira Kalman interpretations of each season’s collection for his seven-year old brand, J.W. Anderson. (Anderson is also the creative director of the Spanish fashion house, Loewe.) Beeman has attracted more than 50,000 fans on Instagram, and completed watercolor, gouache, and ink commissions for magazines such as InStyle, Interview, and Vogue China, and fashion designers including Christian Siriano and Elie Saab. She also did a mural for the Tokyo shopping center, Omotesando Hills.

J.W. Anderson, spring 2016, by Kelly Beeman (Kelly Beeman)

“Professionally I’ve really only been an independent artist for, gosh, a year,” said Beeman. “[Instagram] helped me get the necessary exposure.”

Anderson is not the only designer falling in love with artists on Instagram. In fashion, Instagram is everywhere, and much has been made of how it has changed the wayclothes are designed and promoted. But the platform’s most remarkable feat might be its revival of an old-world art: fashion illustration. The work Beeman is doing—and that of artists commissioned by Gucci, Stella McCartney, and Dries Van Noten, among others—hearken back to a time when the public digested fashion collections via expressive watercolors and line drawings, rather than glossy magazines, websites, and, well, Instagrams.

After her show at Paris Fashion Week, Stella McCartney invited a handful of artists she discovered via Instagram to stay and illustrateher fall 2016 collection for a series hash-tagged # stellastrations.

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Alessandro Michele, Gucci’s much-lauded new creative director, is also an avid Instagrammer—you can follow him @lallo25—and a social media team at Gucci’s headquarters monitors the artists who tag Gucci on the platform.

Stella and Monty (Photo courtesy of Helen Downie)

In February of 2015, Michele invited @unskilledworker, aka the budding British artist Helen Downie, to attend Gucci’s fall 2015 show and paint four works inspired by it. Those paintings were displayed alongside works by mega-artists such as Jenny Holzer and Rachel Feinstein at a Michele-curated show in Shanghai—and, of course, they were all over Instagram.

Wednesday (March 9) Gucci launched the second incarnation of #GucciGram,a digital curation of works that re-interpret its signature patterns and prints. This season, Gucci commissioned multimedia artists from eight countries including, China, Japan, Thailand, and Singapore, to remix Tian, a bird and flower print that references 18th-century Chinoiserie.

Illustrations by Phannapast Taychamaythakool for #GucciGram Tian (Phannapast Taychamaythakool for Gucci) fashion illustration Les Choses de Paul Poiret, by Georges Lepape, 1911 (Wikimedia Commons)

There was a time when illustrations where essential to a fashion house’s presentation. In the early 1900s, art nouveau-style illustrations and elegant line drawings by Georges Lepape and Erté captured the louche, modern, pre-flapper appeal of Paul Poiret’s robes and dresses, elevating them to another art form entirely—and capturing their place in fashion’s collective memory. (Just look at a photograph of a Poiret pieceand tell me the illustration isn’t a superior rendering.)

Sometimes, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Here, just a glimpse of the many relationships between fashion designers and the artists they inspire on Instagram.


Stella McCartney and @wasteland Model present creations by Stella McCartney during the 2016-2017 fall/winter ready-to-wear collection on March 7, 2016 in Paris. AFP PHOTO / PATRICK KOVARIK / AFP / Patrick KOVARIK (Photo credit should read PATRICK KOVARIK/AFP/Getty Images) Stella McCartney, fall 2016 (AFP/Getty Images/Patrick Kovarik)

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Dries Van Noten and @buttonfruit A model presents a creation for Dries Van Noten during the 2016-2017 fall/winter ready-to-wear collection fashion show on March 2, 2016 in Paris. AFP PHOTO / PATRICK KOVARIK / AFP / Patrick KOVARIK (Photo credit should read PATRICK KOVARIK/AFP/Getty Images) Dries Van Noten, fall 2016 (Getty Images/AFP/Patrick Kovarik)

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The World Is Absolute Nonsense': The Cosmic Quest Of Cate Le Bon

The World Is Absolute Nonsense': The Cosmic Quest Of Cate Le Bon

'The World Is Absolute Nonsense': The Cosmic Quest Of Cate Le Bon
Cate Le Bon's fourth album, Crab Day , was released April 15.

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Cate Le Bon's fourth album, Crab Day , was released April 15.

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On a recent March evening, the Welsh songwriter Cate Le Bonperformed at the Masonic Lodge located within Los Angeles' Hollywood Forever Cemetery, the final resting place of Tinseltown's golden sons and daughters from yesteryear, from Cecil B. DeMille to Jayne Mansfield, musicians including Johnny and Dee Dee Ramone, the gangster "Bugsy" Siegel and Terry, the beloved Cairn terrier who played Toto in The Wizard of Oz . Le Bon, who once noted that she'd toyed with naming her debut album Pet Deaths instead of Me Oh My back in 2009, might have been right at home.

Words like "haunting" have since become synonymous with Le Bon's angular tunes, which mention dirty attics and mithering ghosts. Le Bon has yet to see a ghost in real life, but she's "open-minded" about the possibility, especially given a recent brush with the great beyond. While recording her new album Crab Day last year at a recording studio in Stinson Beach, in Northern California, she had an encounter with a recently deceased friend in a dream. "We were in a bar, and we sat at a table and she hugged me. I remember the feeling of our cheeks touching. And then she went," Le Bon says. "I woke up with that bittersweet feeling that I had been with her again, and also remembering that she was no longer with us." She shudders slightly. "Strange stuff. I don't think I've had a dream like that before. I genuinely feel like I was visited by her."

FaceTiming from her parents' home in Cardiff, Wales, Le Bon says it wasn't so disquieting to see her friend back from the grave (though she notes that the Stinson Beach house is rumored to harbor other spectres). "She was a massive inspiration," she says. "A wonderful woman." Her friend's presence is absolutely felt on Crab Day — Le Bon's wonderful fourth album and first for the label Drag City . Something like the spirit of Le Bon's departed friend may very well hover over a song like "Yellow Blinds, Cream Shadows," where Le Bon notes: "I'm alive in your window." Coupled with bombastic instrumentals that feature both saxophone and xylophone, Crab Day listens like a celebration of her life, and life as a whole. "She'd write a song or she'd make a piece of writing and go, 'It's good isn't it?'" Le Bon recalls. "I had such admiration for that, the directness and the honesty and, well, why would you make something if you didn't think it was good? When she died there was this conscious effort to try and be a little bit more like that and try and manufacture the positivity if it wasn't there. Because I think it's important and nice to be able to stand by something that you and a hell of a lot of people have gotten together to make."

Le Bon's music is carefully concocted from both chaos and control. It's a combination that bred the akimbo psychedelic pop of Cyrk , her 2012 effort, and the slanted, enchanted rhythms of her last solo album, 2013's Mug Museum, where her vocals oscillated between funereal and festive sometimes in the same breath . But the way that Crab Day unfolded was odd, even by her standards. "I think this is the first record I've made that is completely, absolutely no inhibition whatever," she says. "When you can stand by something and go, 'well you know, it is what it is and it couldn't be any other way' ... it's strange." Crab Day certainly contains multitudes: Le Bon's guitar is as freewheeling as ever on the likes of "We Might Resolve," recalling the no-holds-barred ethos of Krautrock. The album's lovely "I Was Born on the Wrong Day" (which perhaps nods to the fact that she'd been accidentally celebrating her birthday on March 3 instead of the actual date, March 4, for years) is lysergic pop at its finest. But there's a more focused method this time around, especially in the tightened rhythm section of songs like "Find Me," an approach she says was partially informed by closely listening to old seven-inch punk singles. "She'll flip an idea upside down and look at it from a totally strange perspective. Which is her strongest point," says Tim Presley, a friend and collaborator who records under the name White Fence. "She comes out of Mars with ideas."

Née Cate Timothy, Le Bon (she says she drew her musical moniker from "a joke that went too far") grew up in the rural Carmarthenshire region of western Wales. An oft-told story goes that Le Bon's teenage world shifted when her father handed her a copy of Pavement's then-new album, Brighten the Corners, one day as an alternative to the music she and her classmates were listening to, such as Rage Against the Machine and Red Hot Chili Peppers. The Wales of Le Bon's formative years was a creative hotbed, with bands like Super Furry Animals and Gorky's Zygotic Mynci fast on the rise. "They were insanely creative, genuinely kind of bats*** at times, but were writing about politics and proper psychedelic s*** that had no anchor and was really beautiful," she recalls. "There was so much melody. And to be exposed to that from a young age has been instrumental in the scene in Wales, where there's no lucid sonic similarity between bands but kind of doing it for yourself."

Le Bon took a while to find her own sonic signature, but she had believers. In 2007, Super Furry Animals frontman Gruff Rhys saw her perform live at several club nights in Wales, then swiftly asked her to open for him on his solo tour and eventually perform with his group Neon Neon. It evolved into a kind of mentorship when he produced her bare-bones first album, Me Oh My, in 2009. "He's uncompromising in his art and his creativity is boundless," she says of Rhys, adding: "He'd never offer guidance. If I asked him, he would kindly give his opinion." Next came 2012's spectacular Cyrk , a whimsical waltz of tinny pianos and eerie hums that found her tightening melancholy melodies into a signature style. She moved to Los Angeles to mold what would become Mug Museum , a sparse, spectacular opus that found her perfecting a singular kind of psychedelic pop. Perhaps she got too creative with the pre-orders for that 2013 record, though, when, on a ceramics kick several years ago, she sought to make a personalized mug for the first fifty pre-orders. One domestic territory mix-up later, Le Bon was tasked with making about 150 mugs. "It's like when your parents make you stop smoking and so they make you smoke and they make you smoke 10 packs of cigarettes," she laughs. "After that it was like, 'I don't ever want to do this again.'"

Around this time, Tim Presley and his band were asked to open for Le Bon in Los Angeles. "You get a lot of offers, and if you haven't heard of them you're skeptical," Presley says. "But [she] moved me immediately. You know when your brain takes to a certain music and it feels correct? That's what her music is to me. It can do no wrong to your mind and ears and body and soul." The pair didn't talk much that night, but they quickly formed a cosmic connection afterwards hinged on a rare, shared musical language. That first became apparent when Presley showed Le Bon several demos from a '70s cover album he was working on (and is still under wraps due to legal conflicts). "In a way I was expecting her to be like, 'Oh cool, I'll sing and play guitar on it.' [But] she completely rearranged it, and it was 10 million times better than what I had come up with. That's the first time I was like 'whoa,'" he recalls. "'You have an amazing brain!' She is really not afraid to come in and step up. We work well in that respect: I show her something, she can deconstruct it and then it's this cool collaboration."

It's led them to collaborate on a ramshackle project under the name Drinks, and Le Bon recently produced White Fence's as-yet-unreleased new album. But Crab Day 's claws are firmly entwined in the Drinks era, when the pair was recording its debut, Hermits on Holiday , a free-form, punkified jazz album that drew out their strongest psychedelic inclinations. That experience proved to be invigorating for them both, and Le Bon wrote what would become Crab Day immediately after that. "We were just trying to make music that excited us both, and that made me remember that that's the only reason to make music," she says, noting that she had been feeling a "little jaded" after touring for Mug Museum for several months. "That [Drinks album] kind of reignited my love of writing and performing and also made me remember that you choose to do this. You don't have to do this. It's a choice to be a musician."

She toasts to that choice on Crab Day , which also introduces a formidable backing group comprised of producer and multi-instrumentalist Josiah Steinbrick (Devendra Banhart, Har Mar Superstar), Josh Klinghoffer (of the Red Hot Chili Peppers; take that, dad), Stella Mozgawa (Warpaint), Stephen Black (Sweet Baboo) and longtime collaborator Huw Evans (H. Hawkline), who recorded the album with Le Bon at Stinson Beach. Le Bon says Crab Day was the first time it felt like "our" record instead of hers, which is a testament to both the musicians' talents and how she articulates ideas. "With Cate, she's so confident in the people that she's chosen that and leaves space for us to do what everyone does best, but also never for a second loses her grip on her kind of idea or how exactly this very song on this very album is going to sound," Mozgawa says, noting that it felt almost like re-recording an album that had already been out in the world. "It kind of felt like, 'Oh wow,' she's accessing some memory that's so assured."

The Crab Day recording group has since evolved into BANANA, a "semi-improvisational, semi-experimental" group that Le Bon's brought on the road with her to give audiences an experience from the moment they walk through the doors until they leave into the night. The Crab Day run includes a whimsical, percussion-less improvised set from BANANA, an experimental short film she made with the visual artist Phil Collins in Berlin, curated synth scapes humming over the loudspeakers in between sets and then a full run-through of the new album, which sounds colossal live. Le Bon insists that the group, who all wear woven mohair hats onstage that make them resemble a group of runaway beekeepers, isn't inspired by Andy Warhol's infamous touring troupe that included The Velvet Underground, the Exploding Plastic Inevitable (though they are called BANANA). Yet BANANA orbits the Velvets in that listening to them is like observing a series happy accidents, from a group of avant-garde superstars led by focused, freewheeling ringleader. You almost imagine that at some point, someone may have broken a glass and dragged a chair across some aluminum studio plates (as the Velvets infamously did on "European Son") just to see what kind of sound might answer back.

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That call and response between the bizarre and beautiful is the core of Crab Day , whose title doubles as a made-up holiday in Le Bon-speak. It's reflective of her larger ethos, as well. "The world is absolute nonsense," she says, "And things can be important to you, but you should never expect them to be important to other people." Everything may be nonsense, but there's a sense of longing for a cohesive connection amidst the confusion; she "want[s] to makes sense with you," as she confesses in "I'm a Dirty Attic." Yet in between talk of coat hangers, crabs and cream shadows, Crab Day is Le Bon's most accessible album to date, probing fear, anxiety and the cognitive dissonance of weighty words such as "love," which she does on the woozy "Love Is Not Love." She says: "You can have this universal word everyone recognizes and you think can have a universal meaning, but it doesn't. It's polysomatic in a way. The spectrum of a word that is so powerful and the range is huge, and yet it's supposed to be this symbol."

That's not to say that Le Bon can't find the utility in a good symbol, though. The sea, universal and vast, is a constant well of wonder for Le Bon, who often croons about lunar tides or being adrift. "I was given a pair of binoculars for Christmas, which has enhanced my strange existence as a retired schoolteacher," she jokes. "I go and look at the ocean with my binoculars like a creep." She says she often thinks about fellow Welsh cohort Gorky's Zygotic Mynci's ditty about the ocean, "Only the Sea Makes Sense." The favorite song also served as a mantra that drove Crab Day, recorded by an ocean whose immensity "quietly mocked" her and her musical cohorts out on Stinson Beach. "We were making what seemed to us at the time the most important thing, then you look around and you see these spaces and things that have been there longer than you can even begin to fathom," she says. "It kind of puts everything into perspective in a really lovely, comforting way."

Cellist And Conductor Allegedly Helped Russians Move Billions Of Dollars

Cellist And Conductor Allegedly Helped Russians Move Billions Of Dollars

Cellist, conductor — and alleged billionaire — Sergei Roldugin (left) with Vladimir Putin at Russia's St.

Cellist, conductor — and alleged billionaire — Sergei Roldugin (left) with Vladimir Putin at Russia's St. Petersburg Music House in 2009. Mikhail Svetlov/Getty Images hide caption

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Cellist, conductor — and alleged billionaire — Sergei Roldugin (left) with Vladimir Putin at Russia's St. Petersburg Music House in 2009.

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In 2014, Sergei Roldugin told the New York Times , "I don't have millions."

But if the document trail of the Panama Papersproves correct, this Russian cellist and conductor — and a close friend of Vladimir Putin since the 1970s — may actually possess much more than that.

According to reporting from the consortium of 370 international journalists from over 100 news organizations working on the data leak of more than 11 million documents in what's become known as the Panama Papers, Roldugin — or at least his name — is at the center of a network in which up to $2 billion from Russian state banks has been hidden in offshore shell companies.

In the wake of this massive document leak, a pair of articles centering on Roldugin have been published by the Guardian in the U.K. and a nonprofit investigative journalism organization based in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina called the Organized Crime and Corruption Reporting Project (the OCCRP), which focuses on the regions between Eastern Europe and Central Asia.

In their reports, the Guardian 's Luke Harding and three OCCRP journalists, Roman Anin, Olesya Shmagun and Dmitry Velikovksiy, claim that Roldugin — godfather to Putin's first child, Maria Putina — is at the epicenter of the alleged Russian arrangement, whose activities came to light as part of the data dump from the Panamanian law firm Mossack Fonseca.

The Guardian sets the value of these transactions at $1 billion; the OCCRP journalists mention Roldugin-related deals regarding offshore accounts and state-controlled banks worth at least $2 billion.

Now 64 years old, Roldugin has taken a prominent role in Russian cultural life. According to his biographyon the site of the St. Petersburg Music House, a state-sponsoredclassical music organization whose primary aim is to prepare young musicians for international competition, Roldugin "insisted" on a full restoration of the school's home, the 19th-century Alexis Palace, a former residenceof the Russian grand duke Alexei Alexandrovich.

A winner of the People's Artist of Russia prize, Roldugin also serves as a juror of the highly prestigious Tchaikovsky Competitionfor music, and is a former rector of the St. Petersburg State Rimsky-Korsakov Conservatory.

In 1984, Roldugin was named as the first soloist and principal cellist of Russia's premier international orchestra, the Mariinsky Orchestra— an organization led by another close artistic ally of Vladimir Putin, Valery Gergiev. Since then, Roldugin has risen to become one of the Mariinsky's guest conductors.

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LG's 15-inch MacBook competitor starts at $1,100

LG's 15-inch MacBook competitor starts at $1,100

And it comes in metallic gold — also like a certain Apple laptop.

We got a previewof of LG's 15-inch Gram laptop back in January, but now it's finally coming to the US. Like its 13- and 14-inch kin that droppedlast fall, the 15-inch model is a clear MacBook competitor, from its specifications to its sleek metal design. The 15-inch laptop comes in two versions: a more affordable $1,100 configuration with a sixth-gen Intel Core i5 processor and a slightly beefier $1,500 option with an i7 chip. For reference, the 15-inch Gram, at 2.2 pounds is half the weight of Apple's only 15-inch laptop, the Macbook Pro.

The 15-inch Gram's specs haven't changed since we saw it earlier this year: a 1080p screen, USB Type-C port, a 256GB or 512GB solid-state drive and 8GB of RAM. Compared to the 14-inch version, you're paying $100 more for the 15-inch's slightly larger screen and double the storage space.That's still cheaper than the 15-inch MacBook Pro, which starts at $2000, though the 15-inch Gram's 1,920 x 1,080 resolution can't match the Retina display's 2,880 x 1,800 maximum resolution. Nor does it appear that the 15-inch LG offers a discrete graphics card option like the top-tier MacBook Pro. In addition to USB-C, the 15-inch Gram has USB 3.0, micro-USB and HDMI sockets, along with a microSD slot. LG claims 7-hour battery life, which is nothing to sneeze at, but it isn't quite the 9-hour battery life that the Macbook Pro claims.Unlike the earlier Gram laptops that were sold on Amazon but were only physically available at Microsoft stores, this larger model will sell at Fry's, B&H, and Microcenter.

Gay Glam Comes To HBO

Gay Glam Comes To HBO

Almost famous, Seventies singer, Jobriath (born: Bruce Wayne Campbell).

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Almost famous, Seventies singer, Jobriath (born: Bruce Wayne Campbell). The latest episode of HBO's Vinyl has introduced a character seemingly based on his career.

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HBO's Vinyl offers plenty of incentive for pleasurable hate watching, from its macho take on gender relations to its sub- Sopranos murder subplot. For music mavens, the glee and groans are prompted by the show's haphazard treatment of the history of rock and roll — and hip hop and disco and Donny Osmond. The fake cameos from the likes of Alice Cooper and Gram Parsons are one source of fun; then there are the show's amalgamated "original" characters, whose trajectories can be granted more license (they never happened, after all) but can still get remotes thrown at TV sets. The show's house band, the Nasty Bits, recalls New York punk originator Richard Hell fronting Cleveland's The Dead Boys, which is plausible, but anachronistically feature a British singer and, even weirder, an African-American manager – a nod to Hell's former bandmate Ivan Julian? Or, even more obscurely, the Detroit proto-punk band Death? Probably just a plot point. The funkmeister Hannibal had a disco name but his style was pure Rick James, his stardom predating the Superfreak's by five years. And don't get the haters started on all those white music bizzers almost discovering hip hop. When is that Sylvia Robinson biopiccoming to set the record straight?

This week's episode honed in on another of the most colorful 1970s rock stories while promising, again, to pull it slightly astray. At a diner, the doghouse'd and disillusioned Ameican Century Records promotions man Zak Yankovich sits across from the dewy Gary Giombetta, his plate of breakfast meats looking dated next to Gary's cantaloupe with cottage cheese. Zak found Gary in his daughter's bar mitzvah band, singing a David Bowie song while the waiters broke down the chairs at Leonard's of Great Neck. (Tell me that wasn't Leonard's; as for that version of "Life on Mars?,"it was actually sung by R&B class act Trey Songz.) Zak wants to make Gary the new Bowie, partly because the Starman recently spurned a small offer from the label after Zak bungled their first meeting. After listening raptly as the kid waxes on about cosmic love, then launches into a newly-written melody in a falsetto that puts him closer to Tim Buckley than Bowie, Zak hastily signs Gary to a probably terrible contract. Later, he nurses a nightcap while doodling on Gary's theater-nerd headshot. He draws a Ziggy lightning streak over one eye, crosses out the Italian name and writes "XAVIER." Cut to Scott Levitt, the company's attorney, gazing bisexually at Gary's photo while a female companion sleeps naked nearby.

There's just no way around it: Gary, morphed by Zak into Xavier, is going to become Jobriath. At least he'll be the slightly-off Vinyl version of that great, lost boundary-smashing hope of 1970s rock, who for a shining moment in 1974 became the most visible gay man in popular music. Actor Douglas Smith looks a lot like the real musician and, as he proved for a moment in this episode, can match the keening tenor that almost ruled the world. If he's given enough screen time, he could embody one of the most remarkable mostly-forgotten figures in pop.

Born Bruce Wayne Campbell in 1946 and signed to Elektra Records for the then-exorbitant sum of $500,000, Jobriath was Svengali'd by promoter and manager Jerry Brandt, who'd founded New York's Electric Circus nightclub and guided Carly Simon's early career. (Brandt found Jobriath's demo in Clive Davis's slush pile at Columbia Records, though he told the press he and the vocalist/actor/mime had cruised each other in a bar.) Not a wedding singer but a seasoned actor who'd starred in several major productions of Hair , Jobriath immediately took to Brandt's vision. He became a self-described 'true fairy' and 'space clown' who, unlike Bowie, was actually part of the post-Stonewall liberation world, and unlike Queen's Freddie Mercury, had no qualms about clearly detailing his queer dreams while playing a glam mix of show tune melodies, singer-songwriterly intimacy and vintage rock and roll beats.

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Jobriath should have been a superstar. He would have been, if money alone could have made it so. Elektra really went overboard on him: Jobriath recorded his debut album at Electric Ladyland studios with Hendrix's producer Eddie Kramer at the boards, guitarist Peter Frampton and Zeppelin's John Paul Jones in the band, with the label mounting a huge media campaign, which called for Jobriath's nude body to be rendered as a roman statue and reproduced on Time Square billboards. Brandt and Jobriath gave joint interviews and earned major coverage in Andy Warhol's Interview , the New York Times and Rolling Stone . A tour was planned – a $200,000 extravaganza featuring a "Kama Sutra altar" and Jobriath's re-enactment of the death scene from the 1961 Biblical epic. "Don't you feel the pressure of this publicity?" a reporter asked Jobriath in December 1973. "I love every minute of it," he replied. "If I had any doubts I'm going to be dynamite, I'd forget it." Brandt, sounding very much like an American Century executive, told another reporter that they were simply doing what the buying public demanded: "The only thing that's keeping us alive is sex. I'm selling sex. Sex and professionalism."

Brandt and Jobriath could sell openly gay sex, or at least partially unclothed gay eroticism, because of the distinctively experimental mood of America in 1973. Vinyl shows the era's caveman side – men leering at women and grabbing their breasts at a moment's notice, backing them against furniture in offices, camera darkrooms, or club bathrooms. Frustratingly, the show merely hints at the women's liberation movement that led those female conquests to both explore their own desires and fend off the more cretinous advances of those old-school guys. We did see Vinyl antihero Richie Finestra reading a book by Esalenassociate Abraham Maslow, but not much else has been done with the self-actualization movement that led to best-sellers like 1972's Open Marriage and the polymorphous adventures that took place in erotic retreats like California's Sandstone or New York's swingers clubs the St. Mark's Baths (gay) and Plato's Retreat (nominally straight). And the show hasn't yet ventured into the moment's other huge shift, toward gay liberation, that led to a wave of Pride parades, Central park dance-ins, and artistic ventures like San Francisco's Cockettestroupe, which included a young Sylvester. The ever-canny Bowie channeled all of this into brilliant music that furthered liberation in the mainstream. But it was Jobriath who might have become its more radical conductor.

Instead, he crashed and burned, spectacularly. His music proved simultaneously behind and ahead of its time: too show tunes-y for rock radio, too far out even for most progressive rock fans. Many gay music lovers were already turning their ears toward disco, embracing funky tracks like Barrabas's "Wild Safari,"heard in a (seemingly totally straight) Bronx club in this Vinyl episode's final scene. Perhaps sensing that Jobriath's great story wasn't going to connect on a mass level, Elektra pulled the plug on his tour, and he and Brandt fell out. An abbreviated jaunt ended fabulously but smokily on September 20, 1974 in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, of all places. Jobriath French-kissed his guitarist onstage in front of a crowd full of students and drag queens, and received four encores, even after a malfunctioning motor in the hall's cooling system caused the fire alarms to go off.

Jobriath returned to his original identity and became a cabaret singer, calling himself Cole Berlin and living at New York's Chelsea Hotel, another favorite Vinyl location. Punitive contracts kept his career under wraps; he became ill with a disease affecting gay men in the city, newly known as AIDS, and died of it in 1983. Today, Jobriath is only fitfully remembered. He was the subject a poignant 2012 documentary, Jobriath A.D. His albums are available on streaming services, and a new collection of unreleased materialwas issued in 2014. Yet even today, his music hasn't captured ears the way other major figure in queer pop history have.

Perhaps that's because Jobriath was truly outré, in ways that still make some people uncomfortable. His piano-based songs are confrontational and cosmic, terrible as background music and hard to blend into a mix. Jobriath was never spectral, never a chameleon. For all of his flamboyance and Brandt's schtick, he didn't fit in with anybody else's trends, the way Bowie or even the more resolutely odd Mercury could. Jobriath, though in many ways a record label creation, showed the world what it was like to be out in many different senses. Will Vinyl allow its proxy to do the same? More likely he'll simply be a conduit for another narrative about label overspending within the music industry crapshoot. But the promise is there, in the scrawl of the name Zak concocts. Maybe "Xavier" will be a savior for Vinyl , even if Jobriath couldn't ultimately fulfill the full dream of freedom in the 1970s.

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