About once a month I have an arty playdate. Boy invites a friend and before I pick them up (or they get dropped off) I have an arty project ready to go. As the years have passed the projects have changed but one project has stayed the same for the past four years. Drawing People. For this project you make a sheet of paper so large your kids can lay on it and be outlined in ink.
You then give them the task of taking their own figure and turning it into:
1. Monsters – The more scary the better, fangs, scars, insects crawling into noses and out of ears, bats flying around them.
2. Space Men – Space suits with oxygen tanks, laser guns, aliens and planet earth in the background
3. Super Heros – Capes, special powers, stars and stripes underpants worn on top of tights – Super Villans with evil smiles
4. Them – Get them to draw themselves.
Then the guest gets to take the drawing of themselves the hero, the space man or monster home with them. Naturally I keep hardly any of Boy’s artworks (Thats the job of Nanna). It’s Wife’s mission to save them before I chuck them away. I get a nice feeling when thinking about the monsters etc who may have made their way into Boy’s friends permanent collections….. lurking there, waiting patiently for a couple of decades until the mother decides to introduce him to daughter in law as a way of forging a connection or perhaps demonstrating a longer term investment.
I know. I’m a romantic at heart.
Coleen Atwood. I have to say a name three times before I have a chance of remembering it. Even then its chance of staying in my mind are 50/50. Even less is the chance that I’ll be able to recall it on command. But that’s ok. Just knowing I know is enough for me. For instance I was in a meeting the other day and could not recall Raf Simons name when discussing his Resort collection for Dior…. Coleen Atwood, Coleen Atwood, Coleen Atwood. Given her career its incredible I’ve not heard her name before. Perhaps I have and she slipped further from my mind than recall will ever allow. I read about Coleen yesterday and then spent an hour checking out her work. She’s a LA costume designer whose credits include Alice in Wonderland, Chicago and Sweeney Todd. She’s very talented.
I hope her name stays in the good 50% of my brain.
Just beginning to catch up with the graduate shows. Natasha Somerville catches the eye. Something spanish, something warm, something sexy about her pieces The translucent stripes, the bikini all at a time when the suns been teasing us Londoners and we’re beginning to think about packing our holiday bags.
Talent in waiting…
Vogue has a good round up here
Gucci Resort 2014 – Not much Fridas done right with this outfit. Frida on the front reads so much like Prada however there the similarity ends. The fly stitch sits uneasy with my eye as does the length. I know the backgrounds only a picture but I want to roll up the girls trousers as when she gets to the restaurant the soggy hems and coarse sand rubbing against her ankles is going to annoy the hell out of her almost as much as this outfit irritates the eye.
See the full collection on Style.com
Some denim guys put their noses up at Nudie. They say “sure they use Japanese denim in some of their styles but its only Kaihara and they don’t do enough heritage product” Any denim guy worth his salt would have got on a plane and met up with the guys at Kaihara, then they would not be so quick to criticise. A nicer bunch of knowledgable dedicated denim guys you could not hope to meet. (Ok they are not Collect or Nihon but they still really know their stuff). Nudie are perhaps the most distinct mid market jean in Europe now Diesel seem to have imploded in on itself and they are vying with Edwin for what I see at the vacant Cool Jean No. 1 position.
Anyhows, enough of the vegetables and onto the meat: I wondered into Liberty this morning to check out their denim offering and amongst the massive Nudie selection there sits the best sales assistant in the world. Knowledgable enough to talk about the product and skilled enough to run the Nudie jeans mending service. Fresh from fashion course then internship with Nudie to her job in Liberty. I’ve got a couple of pairs of Nudie jeans myself. They’re at the bottom of my wear pile (for some reason I’m only wearing Edwin till my own London Denims are ready) so its highly unlikely that they’ll ever need a repair but I have to admire this free service Nudie are offering. But wait, a savagely fantastic idea pops into my head…………….I rip up a pair of my Nudies and take them in for a repair….. Would be interesting to see how they turn out and it costs me nothing…..
For now, if you have Nudies and want to get some repairs done on them, rip them up and take them down to the Liberty Nudie repair shop, I’m doing that tomorrow morning. I will let you know how they turn out.
ps: I also have to admire the 20% discount they will give on a trade in of an old pair of Nudies for new. I read somewhere that Nudie were doing a run of Italian selvage jeans using a new selvage denim they’re developing in Italy, perhaps with TRC or some other mill I don’t know of so it will be likely when they are released I’ll be taking advantage of that offer.
Spent yesterday afternoon wondering the shop floors of Harrods and Selfridges. On my way to the denim bar in Harrods this McQueen snakeskin jacket jumped out and bit me injecting an intense desire to own. I remember a rather similar silhouetted Marc Jacobs college jacket achieving the same desire in my bones seven years ago. The jacket however came with a ready supply of its own anti-venom; the price tag £6599.00 enough to miraculously cure and send me on my way.
PS. Camo snakeskin. How do you hunt a snake with camouflaged skin? Am I the only person to ask? One thing here is certain: McQueen employs very Talented snake trappers…..:-)
On the road to Londinium I spotted this sign, Iceni Village. “What’s that?” I shouted and we were off following the sign into the unknown. We arrived at this little known, sad and dated tourist attraction. Wife proceeded to tell Boy about Queen Boudicca and how she united the Iceni tribes to wage war on the Romans. Half term to Boy though is a time free of education and facts and he quickly followed his desire to run round the camp with a stick he had found shrugging off any history lessons in favour of living for the now.
Sometimes I can learn much through studying Boys actions…