Wings, like skulls, have become by and large cheap clichéd symbols of our time…enough already.
Having said that, we’ve bought this table (!). I mean, it’s important to be a teensy bit contrary in one’s opinions isn’t it?
Anyway, it’s 18th Century so was conceived long before Alexander McQueen and every tattoo artist known to man made us dread the iconography.
Well I love it, and its already found a loving home at one of our lucky, lucky clients. I threw in the Leslie Caron/Cecil Beaton dress for fun too – I’d wear those wings I admit.
Here we go, talking fashion, interiors and dresses again…
I do wish more designers would channel their inner architect like Oliva Rubin did for one of my favorite dresses, executed in ‘brick’. I wore it to the recent Cartier Polo match and it looked superb against our Russian Revolutionary décor which we executed in vivid blues, blacks and whites.
I have to confess I sometimes think of my clients’ décor when getting dressed in the morning and choose to suit. Slightly worrying isn’t it?
If I had a dream couturier at my disposal it would be de Chirico. Don’t miss his costumes at the V&A’s Diaghilev exhibition right now. He certainly knew how to work a Doric column.
Last week Tuesday I attended the launch of Bryan Ferry‘s brilliant new album ‘Olympia’ - his first solo album in eight years. It’s a wonderful display of his talent and I’ve been playing it on repeat to everyone in the office - and my car - ever since.
At a private dinner at Dean Street Townhouse in Soho that Bryan and Haper’s Bazaar gave in celebration of this magnificent album I was seated next to the breathtaking Kate Moss. She’s a true siren and a modern day, timeless beauty. Sitting beside her, as usual, she gave me whiplash.
I can’t remember exactly what she said but it was just completely brilliant and I just went for it…Snogging my personal Olympia…Thank you darling. You are too sweet, really!
Just spotted Snow White on the Embankment and she is NOT looking so good. And is it me or is she having a smoke right beside the non-smoking sign??
Well anyway, she stormed off when she saw me taking her photo.
WHATEVER. Happy Halloween everyone! What are your plans for the weekend?
Colette’s description of her bold childhood room yesterday got me excited and I thought I must share with you mine.
A view across the wheatfields of Great Hundridge Manor in Buckinghamshire, where I was born. My bedroom is the first attic window on the right.
My childhood room was a small square one in the attic at the house where I was born, Great Hundridge Manor, in Buckinghamshire. Two of the walls were low till child height then slated in-wards to the ceiling, so the light from the dormer window came flooding in to cast strange cubistic shadows.
My bed was a nondescript affair, where Belinda, my beloved rag doll, reined among many floppy animals, stuffed and real, as my mongrel Annie and Poodle Pablo at night would sleep there day and night.
Also a upright piano where I practised with my music teacher, a chest of drawers with Aertex shorts and shirts neatly folded by my devoted nanny Teresa, whose room was identical next door.
I had a wind up gramophone, with needles that had to be changed every few records, on the floor, and lots of paints and papers lying around. There must have been a chair, this I don’t recall it: and the curtains were short and striped. I most remember a luminous Scottie –dog lamp that had come with me from my nursery.
