Philip Stephen Ilinich
Contact:
pilinich@gmail.com
University/School:
Plymouth College of Art
Location:
Plymouth
Specialism:
About Me
Welcome to the Pushka Palace...
From the streets of High Wycombe struts a young gentlemen trying to play the game. These streets icy but his heart colder. All he out here doing is gawking scratch off fools that snort his boy. In his time of deep contemplation, in between his tomfoolery and illustrious philanthropy "PU$HKA" creates clothes for the people with the funk.
In Pushka S/S 21 défilé de mode you are witnessing cyberfunk-soviet design. A new interpretation of Leninist fashion might be in the year 2104. Reutilises tapestry from eastern block homes and recycled materials from family's and vendors from my travels. Signature Pushka in house illustrations and art from "The Pushka experience" are infused with enveloping knits that sculpt the body. Pushka promotes love. I wanted to show off my friends that I could not live without. For they are my muse. Show the world how proud I am of my Russian/Ukrainian heritage. For fun.
INSPIRATION
What I learned at the cafe I woke up at...
As Lenin told his wife "I am off to my mistress", and to his mistress "I am off to my wife". Whereas in fact he was off to the library. A good book revitalises the soul. Sartre, Camus and Voltaire inspired my earlier years turned to Confucius, Tolstoy and Iceberg Slim with great fondness for Soviet Si-Fi from the Brothers Strugatsky and Stanisław Lem in recent time. Visuals from directors Tarkovsky and Kurosawa inspire colour dynamics and visual forms of movement have been implemented in this collection.
You can never clean the funk out of Pushka. The soul of George Clinton's Parliaments rides through the threads. These clothes are for going out and dancing in the clubs leaving at 10am and heading to an art gallery for a kip. The garments are influenced by the fun we seem to use to have. I want to return to that place.
MY WORK
PORTFOLIOS
Chapter 1: Fool broom pushkA
Chapter 2: Street knowledge
Chapter 3: Watch the shoes
Chapter 4: you're never at school
Chapter 6: is it worth my time
Chapter 8: not if I'm paying
Chapter 8: She looks better with me
Chapter 9: Grab your bag lets go
Chapter 10: I'll miss the time we had
DETAIL
“Feels like nothing special till your foots on the gas”
Two goons with knitted suits and cheap cigars decide to play their luck on some dice. With a foal order of harsh booze, food stains and (labeled) woman's perfume they role up.
“Why did Justice really always wear a blindfold? I knew now. It was because the cunning b@tch had dollar signs for eyeballs” “No more small towns for me." Iceberg Slim, Pimp: The Story of My Life
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