NASA. Ras Congo. Seu Jorge (the only man alive who can make Bowie sound better). David Byrne. Chuck D. Z-Trip. SHEPARD FAIREY.
More on NASA's music/art renaissance project here. It's exhaustive awesome. See how I have to gush? This is me, gushing.
Slightly off-topic, note how Fairey's become the aesthetic poster-boy du moment -- in part because of two converging trends that stem from the same root (economic decline, American fatigue over Biz-nass As Usual):
- The cult of Obama (and his glowing contribution).
- Rekindled interest in the Constructivist style, which Karl Lagerfeld is also nudging along with his Paris-Moscou line (see associated tribute to Chanel).
Reticent spending and a comically villainous government climate precipitated a return to working-man chic and ironic, tight-jawed Russian kitsch -- something Fairey's been preparing for for years.
The proletariat finally gets its revolution; it just didn't imagine that it would be packaged, licensed, sponsored and used to sell handbags, pop music and the new media-driven democracy. Among other things.