Some blessed prole has recently purchased a seventeenth-century-style pearl-peppered black velvet dress with my name on it. Literally. Yea, for amongst the Jacobis and the Shaws, the Stewarts and the McKellans, the name of an eagerly aspiring, fresh-faced and lissom-limbed young Blonde lies on the grubby label of a countess costume she donned for the [...]
Archive for September, 2007
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Posted in Fashion, Music, Theatre, tagged costume, Fashion, RSC, Theatre on September 30, 2007 | 1 Comment »
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Posted in Film, Literature, Theatre, tagged Books, Comedy, Mark Rylance, PFD, Shakespeare, Theatre on September 26, 2007 | No Comments »
Plays about Theatre and The Internet usually combine the elegance of a government video blog and the insight of a Dan Brown novel with the uplifting entertainment value of a PFD leaving party. For which read Not Very Good.
Mark Rylance to the rescue. Disgorged from his Globe, the Elizabethan auteur persists in his chimerical, cerebral [...]
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Posted in Music, Theatre, tagged anti-ageing, birthday, Devendra Banhart, Fashion, knickers on September 24, 2007 | No Comments »
Yesterday was The Birthday Of The Blonde. Celebrations over, a full quarter century of sentience stirs intimations of mortality in our quixotic, bombastic, brooding broad.
Ah, despair not, dame. In times of turmoil, the bard’s the thing. See, As You Like It’s aged, ascetic Adam tells us how to arm against Time’s arrow: In my [...]
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Posted in Fashion, Film, Literature, TV, tagged feminism, Giles, pop socks, Sex and the City on September 21, 2007 | No Comments »
Forget the corset, the crinoline and the camisole (and once you’re thinking about them, that can be a difficult thing to do); surely the most feminine of all oestrogel objets is the pale, proletarian pop sock. For a harlot of hosiery, these cast-off calf-condoms are ever to be found curling in unexpected crevices like sad [...]
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Posted in Literature, Theatre, tagged academia, biography, femininism, Germaine Greer, Shakespeare on September 19, 2007 | No Comments »
The civetous whiff of bruised testosterone wafteth on the wind as scholarly soldiers wade once more unto the breach. Yea, sound the trump, for tis the Battle of the Greer, that sporadic joust when our erudite Australian agitator Germaine publishes another parcel of provocation, and interviewers try to concentrate and not mention vaginas or [...]
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Posted in Dance, Music, tagged Fashion, Forgotten Melodies, Gnarls Berkeley, habit, podcast on September 18, 2007 | No Comments »
The downy, milk-scented, chunky-knit cardigan of Habit is always in fashion. Earl Grey at three, Kir Royale for tea, and a good rogering by a Duke in the morning; heaven is a reclusive roost called Routine. Hence my softly sighing satisfaction at discovering Pandora Radio: enter a song or artist and it’s Music Genome Project [...]
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Posted in Fashion, Film, tagged Age of Innocence, Atonement, eco friendly, London Fashion Week, sin on September 17, 2007 | No Comments »
As a perspicacious pugilist pounding against all that is pat and predictably popular, it is most galling to find myself bleating comme un mouton ‘mongst the madding crowd.
Unfortunately, it must be admitted that Atonement is pretty bloody good (and bloody, and pretty). Watching Scorsese’s stately Age Of Innocence in the same afternoon (having obviously spent [...]
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Posted in Music, tagged TV on September 14, 2007 | No Comments »
‘I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was- I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room.’
The spiritual apotheosis of the secular soul, the grail song [...]
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Posted in Fashion, Film, tagged agnes b, Amores Perros, BFI National Film Theatre, Mexican Cinema Now, The Passenger on September 12, 2007 | No Comments »
The BFI National Film Theatre should be visited alone, be-spectacled, be-bereted, and be-swathed in this agnes b red dress, a vinatge Penguin from the riverside trestles folded in one hand and an espresso cradled in the other: left bank meets south bank, with a touch of condescending hateur.
I have been husbanding my eyebrows towards lanate [...]
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Posted in Art, Film, tagged Callot, Chapman, Compton Verney, Pierrepoint on September 11, 2007 | No Comments »
Roaming the hedgerows of Oxfordshire in latesummer lunchtime sunshine, lipsticked with purpled blackberry gore, my mind swoops with seamles ease to dolor, death and destruction.
Truth is, the bucolic fauna evoked scenes of frolicking Cottingley fairies, which, combined with the crimson carnage of my purloined provisions, reminded me of the monstrous miniature misery of Jake and [...]
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