September 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
Finally arrived with 2 rather heavy suitcases and numerous bags at my rented flat. ‘Where are the others?’ my rather jovial host asked at which point I gestured to the suitcases ‘in there..’ and watch him stagger down a small flight of stairs with the heaviest.
Mr Host had been waiting for me for quite some time at a neighbours. A few glasses or more I’d say but anyway he showed me around his very nice place before deciding that he needed coffee. Oh and some general chit-chat. And some more. And then how to switch things on. How to switch things off. On again. And open this cupboard… anyway, you get the picture. What can I say? People have the urge to tell me everything about themselves within 5 minutes. One very new friend once questioned why he was telling me the story he was as it showed him in a very unfavourable light…. I’d known him for about half an hour.
Forgive me Cozette for I have sinned…
Yes yes. Absolved. Hail Mary and all that.
Anyway, mein host (what’s the French for that… and do Germans say My Host in thick English accents?) kept getting stuck on my name. Stuck in the way that it was making him grin from ear to ear. Now, people who have read my posts before KNOW that I’m used to some French people finding my name highly amusing (Jean-Baptiste Mondino please stand up) well, what’s not to find funny but this was different, like a private joke, a rather sweet private joke that pops into your head and makes you giggle in spite of yourself….
After a few more instructions including showing me that the loo seat goes up and down… actually I was quite impressed to find a man who knew that one… he finally said his fair-wells.
Sometime later I fancied a cuppa and, while the kettle boiled glanced around: no mugs, tiny coffee cups, old mustard, sticky jars of herbs… the general kitchen accessories of a rental not a home and then, just by the window the sweet private joke revealed itself:
What’s the betting she gets talked ‘at’ to?
September 25, 2011 § Leave a comment
Is coming, honest. I’ve done some things for another blog site and this shall be linked back.
SISTER by SIBLING, SIBLING, Fashion East, Harper’s Bazaar… all to come.
Here’s some wisdom from Jan-neece, some Jerry and Ferry and an odd filmed Karaoke video of Ms Mas (because I like her frock) to keep you occupied:
September 14, 2011 § Leave a comment
SISTER by SIBLING….
Launch day almost there and myself and David spent most of the day setting up the Topshop Newgen Space affectionately known as: The Sheds.
I took in some of the collection (as there was a VIP walk-through later) and it was nice to see the candy floss colours next to a massive poster of Yuko’s artwork of skeleton carousel horses… yes skeletons, it’s the SISTER of SIBLING so of course the carousel would be warped.
September 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
Susannah Liguori by Hedi Slimane for T Magazine…
Model Amanda Moore…
Me aged 16.. and this is a grown out baby-crop, I went through weeks of being called Sir. Not that I minded…
I’m wearing Hamnett biker trousers and my Peter Storm fisherman’s sweater which was waxed and so smelt and was about 3 times to big. Kept the rain off though. And possibly boys…. This picture (taken by my Mum and with the dog’s blue toy in the background) was for Synchro Models who wanted to see how my hair had grown out as they were putting me forward for an i-D shoot a shoot I turned down (??)
And Raf Simons on the cover of Fantastic Man… OK, OK so he’s not a girl but hey he looks hot here. Gimme a break….
September 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
Brought these in Rimini…
Thought they’d be the Pocket Coffee Danielle at Staff would give me when Bella and I would be on day 5 at the factory but no these little babies are not like the coffee version of liquors chocolates: chocolate outside, sugar crust, liquid centre oh no these are small plastic vessels filled with liquid chocolate and a shot of coffee…. with a STRAW. Pocket Espresso, quite possibly the closest I’ll ever get to speed.
September 10, 2011 § Leave a comment
The very wonderful Jerry Hall. Found this while hunting unsuccessfully for Clive James On Fashion which aired in the 80’s and was probably one of the first ever documentaries on Paris Fashion Week. Highlights included Jerry strutting to Reasons To Be Cheerful, Rykiel’s show having Franklin’s Respect booming out and some disgruntled French catwalk photographer complaining that he’d been struck on the head ‘by a talkie walkie…’ Funny what sticks in my brain….
We did have it on video, wonder if it’s still at Dad’s?