Look pon im good…………..Mi sey look pon im good!!!!!. Dah bredda yah had it going on when you speak to talent, versatility, cutting edge, the beauty of blackness. Entrance in a space, and presence is immediately felt as he dares to wear the style you say what the bleep!!!!!!!!! One has to be extremely comfortable with ‘self’ to be able to push the envelopes at all times regardless of culture, class, race or status. Who was Dexter Pottinger to those who were not of the fashion industry? Persons like myself, interested in newsworthy material, subjects and basic happenings on the Roc who choose to become informed through our media have taken notice. What I have seen and read I conclude, the dude was an artist.
A fashion artist I daresay who encapsulated or mastered all aspects, valuables relative to ‘style’. He was the architect, the muse, the voice, the face of his vision made flesh. He first made it fashionable, oozing sex appeal, confidence, loud and then the followers’ became mesmerised and hooked. Playing it safe through fashion was no longer the only way for our sexes on the Roc. Dare to be different and avantgarde if you wish became more visible for the masses and not for the entertainer only.
Any death is tragic, yet when the death is before a certain ‘age’ our reflection, introspection becomes more intense, or poignant. With that as the cutting board, it can be said Dexter Pottinger accomplished much with his passion and contribution to all things ‘style’ on the Roc. For that the ‘Style Icon’ is a fitting description I will recall him as. How valuable would it be to have his work displayed in a museum on the Roc alongside those of our people who have impacted this country through their craft both local and global……………..?
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The 3D Special
(Jamaica Observer) Sunday, October 08, 2017
Pottinger (right) with wardrobe stylist and film/television/music
His larger-than-life persona and creative mastery loomed large on The Rock’s entertainment landscape, and his untimely passing a month ago cast a long shadow not only for his inner sanctum but also a storied list of music and fashion insiders, corporate executives and ardent admirers that extended far beyond the island’s shores.
Dexter Pottinger was a force to be reckoned with. His abundant talent as an in-demand hair- and wardrobe stylist and make-up artist on fashion shoots (yes, Vogue summoned when the iconic glossy mag needed assistance for its locally-lensed editorials), television commercials (Digicel, Red Stripe and Ting were among the multiple brands that had him on speed-dial) and music videos (frequent collaborator and director Ras Kassa hailed the late artist as a “pace-setting forerunner”) made him one of his generation’s boldest and most idiosyncratic of personalities.
The late 34-year-old Pottinger — whose first brush with the arts came as a teenaged dancer with the Stella Maris Dance Ensemble — was scouted by Saint International Chief Executive Officer Deiwght Peters 17 years ago in the lobby of the Jamaica Pegasus hotel and encouraged to pursue a modelling career.
Dispatched to London for go-sees with agencies and casting directors, the handsome, ebony-hued Pottinger didn’t take a shine to the model life but found great interest in the production process behind-the-scenes, and seeking out the help and subsequent guidance of celebrity stylist Ty-Ron Mayes, he successfully carved out a career as a stylemaker, creating distinctive images for entertainers Ce’cile and Tifa, and so many others who came a-calling.
Pottinger, himself a man of edgy sartorial sensibilities, was visually savvy, capable of transforming venue spaces and wardrobe choices, from an outing to a dancehall session or red-carpet engagement. As both a menswear and womenswear designer, his aesthetic was always fashion-forward, über-cool, resembling the covetable threads he himself would step out in. An original in every sense, Pottinger was unmatched in his brilliance.
Most importantly Dexter Pottinger was our anointed one. He was our Alexander McQueen, our Gianni Versace, our Yves Saint Laurent. His spark burned bright, but was short. His obsession with doing, pushing boundaries and lifting others is now fully comprehensible: he would not be with us for long! He has taken his rightful place among the luminaries who went before him as we piece together our fragmented hearts. It would have been remiss of us not to dedicate an issue to our beloved style arbiter because, even as we mourn, there’s so much to give thanks for…
SO pays tribute through the words and treasure trove of photos from the Observer archives and those who knew him best. Rest in love, Dexter.