It's not that we don't speak, but it hasn't happened in ages. I go to an event and and there is "my twin”. Did I just say that with a straight face? She was blonde (like me), trousers (OK hers were jeans), blouse and high heels. She was considerably younger than me and considerably slimmer, what I reckon is “half-half” - half my age and half my weight. That must be because I had three pieces of sushi and one glass of champagne and nothing passed her lips! But apart from that - definitely Twins Separated At Birth. They offered very eclectic food (sushi and chocolate, strange combination no?) and I was very tempted to take a piece of chocolate, but on glimpsing my Twin I declined! Ha Ha - the way to a completely silth-like body. Never mind exercise, just no food. OK on arriving home I've just had a Müller yogurt corner with vanilla and chocolate balls but it's only 148 kCal (so that's OK then). And as if more proof were needed, her boyfriend… Yes I thought him very attractive as well (not my real thoughts but you get my drift…) So there it is - proof of twins, separated by a decade!
I looked for her the following evening but she was obviously elsewhere. And so I focussed on this eagerly-awaited event. Since the beginning of my friendship with you I've explained the minutiae of my life - good, bad, and sometimes totally indifferent. But tonight I'm "reporting" on what I think was a really momentous occasion.
John Galliano spoke to an audience of about 200 Jewish men (a couple!) and women. As he walked through the crowd to his seat on the stage, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. The wonderful Rabbi Barry Marcus introduced him by way of a simply stunning sermon on forgiveness. It was a group effort, although let's not kid ourselves - no one was there to hear anyone other than Mr Galliano. He was sheltered by the panel of Sandy Rashty from the JC; Ronit Zilkha, designer and Caroline Burstein Junior (of “Browns” fame). Having him there was a huge achievement and although he really didn't say very much other than to offer himself up for our inspection. The audience behaved with solemnity, but I think he must have been expecting some form of heckle. A panel discussion is not what he's good at, and for those of you who know me and my Beyond Art for BFAMI I am going to try my hardest to get him to do another form of event. A small show, something where we can explore the real John Galliano in his natural habitat. Whether I get this or not I applaud John Galliano for giving himself to us. When he spoke, it was a soft low voice we heard, not the extrovert designer of old who stalked the catwalk at the end of the Dior Show in one of he many inspirational references, this was a man newly-made 4 years old. Sober, drug free and as he said "I'm an addict and this is my new life." Now I'm going to try to imagine the stress and nervousness life can cause, now without anything to soften the blows!! He talked of his new found faith in G-D and his shyness. When we received notification of our ticket we were asked to send in questions as no questions were to be asked on the night. I did. I asked “If what had happened hadn’t, did he still see himself as head designer at Dior or had he moved on?” They asked him my question, to which his answer was, “Had it not have happened, he would be dead!" So there we have it an evening of insight, frankness and near tragedy. I hope that the people around him and his faith continue to guide him and that he is allowed to continue as one of the most talented designers we have today.
As the end of this week drew near I knew that there was something that I had to do, and I had to give it lots of time and my full attention. "What could this be?" you’re asking. Bra shopping! I speak for myself when I say that of all the shopping I do this is most definitely my least favourite .
I saw my trusted assistant in La Perla, Deborah (who has been looking after me for about 24 years) during last week, but was unable to commit the time required, until today. "Natalie" looked after me she has done before and is very capable. I tried on bra after bra. Right colour, wrong fit… And so it went on until I spied a white underwired soft cup balconette-shaped bra that for some reason I hadn't been offered, which was from their couture range. (of course it was, Francine). OK, I have always favoured the padded shape even though I have a bust (it's just what you’re used to, I suppose) but this I had to try. To the immortal words of "I hope either it doesn't fit or I don't like it”. Natalie said, “You can always tell if the client likes the bra by her eyes." So with a huge sigh, this bra was Perfect. My eyes shone brightly! Everything about it worked for me - the shape, the fit, the colour… But friends, for a very good reason I didn't want to like it. It was the price - £528. Yes, you read that correctly. I'm sorry, but that alternative universe will have to exist without me for now. I've photographed it (as if I can't remember it). Wasn't keen on the knickers though (thank goodness).
My hairdresser Michele is away for two weeks. So now, despite my help to a stand-in hairdresser, I'm the proud possessor of straight hair. But the damp weather doesn't help… Never mind, at least the colour's amazing!
Take care out there. And remember - wet pavements are no friends to long Flares…
Happy Shopping
FXX
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| John Galliano for Martin Margiela "Looking To The Future". |
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