The courtyard at Markham

The courtyard at Markham

Luna relaxes with an issue of Rags

Luna relaxes with a vintage issue of Rags

Many years ago, an old family friend, Baron Wolman, became the first photographer at Rolling Stone magazine and throughout his tour of duty with the Stone shot many iconic music photos during the heyday of Sixties’ Rock n’ Roll. You have seen his pictures of Jimi, Janis, The Grateful Dead, of Woodstock, and many others, I assure you.

After he left Rolling Stone, Baron founded a magazine called Rags which he called “the Rolling Stone of Fashion.” It was ostensibly a fashion magazine, but it was in reality a cultural declaration of the post-hippie era and it was a lot of fun. My father was an investor in the magazine* and, as a result, every issue came to our house (sadly, only thirteen were published) and I would pour over them religiously. I was 19 or 20. Rags changed my life in terms of how I came to view design and style and clothes. And more importantly, how to simply move through the world. It was a weird and strange time—the revolution was over and we had lost, but the party that was the seventies had yet to get rolling in full force—and Rags captured the post-Beatles, pre-Bowie Zeitgeist better than any other publication around.

After Rags folded, Baron went on to become a very successful multi-subject photographer, learned to fly, started a book publishing company, and produced a lot of books – on aerial photography and other wide-ranging subjects from NFL football to auto racing and beyond, eventually spending most of his time managing his huge library of rock-and-roll and other images. And I’m not sure what else. He kept busy.

This year, Baron and I decided to join forces and form a partnership to do some publishing. We have a couple of immediate projects, one of which has been taking all of my time these past couple of weeks. Consider this an unofficial announcement. We’ll send out a real announcement soon!

Together we are presenting an exhibition of iphonic art works in the tasting room gallery of the beautiful Markham Vineyards in St. Helena, California. We are hanging the show next month where it will remain on exhibit for approximately a whole year. The upstairs gallery will exhibit an number of his classic Rolling Stone cover images.

The show features sixty or so artists. I didn’t have time to do a call for submissions as we have done in the past. I just invited artists from our last show, The Third Wave, asking a bunch of newer artists from the site to participate as well.

In fact, this is not a P1xels show at all, although we did cull the works from the P1xels community, the finest iphonic artists on the planet.

Obviously, we couldn’t squeeze everybody in. The show filled up in two days. Since it is is going to run for a full year at Markham, we are planning on rotating some works out as they sell and bring in others from other artists as time goes by. Stay tuned here at the site for developments in that regard.

The folks at Markham are very excited about the show—they were absolutely blown away by the prints I showed them (they had no idea how great the work is!)—and plan on doing a lot of promotion, especially during the Napa Valley-wide Arts In April celebration that takes place there every year.

Pictures of the show itself (hung yesterday, 1/17):

List of artists in the show:

Baron and I are very excited as well. We have other things in the works, but I have a feeling I should leave those for official announcements down the road.

So that is what is taking so much of my time recently. We will have a lot more to share about all really soon. Right now, I am solely focused on finishing putting this show together—almost there! I can tell you it’s going to be the best show ever!

But keep those pictures coming in to P1xels!

*My parents were at a cocktail party somewhere in San Francisco around this time. My mother was talking to Warren Hinckle, writer, former editor of Ramparts Magazine and future editor of Francis Ford Coppola’s City Magazine. (When I told my dad that Hinckle had been named editor by Coppola some years later, he said, “Well, they are made for each other.” I asked him what he meant. My dad said,”Warren is the only person who can spend money faster than Coppola can make it.”)
My mother told Warren that my dad had invested in Rags as well as another new publication, Earth, a hip conservation magazine (where I first read about Iggy Pop as a matter of fact).
Warren was aghast and said,”Marilyn, people like Bill and I don’t invest our money in other peoples’ magazines. We take their money and spend it!”
An that is today’s walk down memory lane for this old fool.
Thanks, all.