Interiors of Charleston I have a few places on my list to day trip whilst August limps by. High on this list is Charleston in Sussex, the bucolic getaway of the Bloomsbury set in the 1960s, conjured and nurtured by painter Vanessa Bell, sister of Virginia Woolf and kindred spirited artist Duncan Grant. I doubt I’ll be the only one as the house is expected to be flooded with tourists following the airing of three part BBC drama about the Bloomsbury group, Life in Squares, which just concluded
This post Cali-funk ends today. As haute couture in Paris quickly segued into my holiday, I’ve lagged behind a bit on thoughts on the remainder of the week. I wanted to revisit John Galliano’s second show Artisanal show for Maison Margiela in particular for its all-angles, all-encompassing eclecticism. Experimental, expressive and even non-sensical in some places, it was certainly a contrasting side to the couture coin, where a designer quite literally dons a white lab coat and the atelier
Miu Miu has permanently ensconced their shows at the Palais D’Iena in Paris since… I don’t remember when so travelling to some far-out location for their resort (or croisière as the folks at Miu Miu like to call it) show was never going to be on the cards. Entering the space last night, and beneath the seedy clear plastic stripping, industrial rave scaffolding and neon lights was the Miu Miu Club, a starkly different affair from the Miu Miu London club from a few years back.
I’m blaming the heat in both Paris and Rome for my two day blog absence. A sun-induced brain fug is not conducive to analysing the haute couture collections in any meaningful way. But waiting a bit has its rewards. Getting to the end of Paris haute couture fashion week meant I could talk about not one but two collections that revolved around art – specifically the Flemish masters. One went beneath the surface of those 16th-18th century paintings, delving deep to make you think, wonder