Meeting Manolo Blahnik; My High Heel Hero

 

blondieanchors_manoloblahnik-copyIt’s true. Some girls don’t wear high heels very often. Some girls prefer to have flat and comfortable feet. Can you believe it? I am not that girl, I mean, heck yeah I run around in my tatty Converse on an average day but, I’m a girl who likes her heels, and walking around a city all day with height is something I am known to do. Call me cray-cray, but I’ll suffer a little if it means I can get my sass on and feel like I’m strutting. I like that feeling. The strut. Not the ache and rub. But I’ll endure. I enjoy wearing heels, I genuinely do.

So when the V&A announced ‘An Evening with Manolo Blahnik’ I hot-footed it down to that place pronto, to meet in person, the ‘Holy Man of Heels’! After my gorgeous evening here with Cindy Crawford, I know these V&A events are ace; relaxed and informal and a great insight into iconic people. Packed in the small lecture theatre on a Friday night, the audience was, again, mostly women but we were all united, all adorers of this man’s magical SHOES! Swoooon.

Blahnik is a cute guy, a 72 year old Spanish man who gestures so much with his hands that the microphone he was holding was only intermittently near his mouth, so there was a genuine humour to the chat. He was talking with Italian Editor of W Magazine, Gianluca Longo. Watching the two men speak together with moving microphones, neither in their mother tongue was unintentionally and endearingly comical. Blahnik is a funny guy, he reminded me of my German Grandmother with his sweet humour; ‘After the war it was hard, we couldn’t get copies of Vogue’ he said as the room giggled, he too found the funny in his comment.

Blahnik chatted about his inspirations – many from historical references – Italian classicism, museums, ‘I love what the beauty in them tells me’, and old silent movies. His work is exceptionally well-known because of movies and TV. Sex and The city is the biggie which made us all fall even harder in love with his work. His shoes are iconic in status and I adore them. I love them differently to how I love my other favorites; Louboutin’s. Blahnik’s shoes feel more feminine,more theatrical, more enchanting and magical. But I love Louboutin’s equally for their unashamed sexuality and sharpness. I want to own shoes from both designers. OBVS.

Asked why he became a Shoe Designer, he seemed to feel he always had a natural obsession with shoes. He remembers his Mother going out in heels. I guess we all see our Mother’s shoes from close-up when we are young and it triggers a fascination. I personally remember drawing a smiley face into a hole in my Mum’s tights when she was standing doing the washing up. What we look at when we are young goes towards defining what appeals throughout our lives, I guess. Seeing women wear high heels from a youngsters viewpoint, from a low down angle, it would make sense to grow up loving women’s shoes.

‘My idea of fun was watching women in heels, they become something else in them’ Yes. Yes we do. And in yours Manolo, it’s even more wonderful.

 

An Evening With Cindy Crawford

ccccThere’s a certain curiosity about seeing an iconic woman in the flesh, about viewing one of the world’s most beautiful women with your own eyes, about feeling for yourself that sparkle which they radiate. So when I saw that supermodel Cindy Crawford was doing a talk at the V&A I was certainly curious enough to get myself a seat in the audience. I love these talks that the V&A do, they give great intimate insight and offer a feeling of exclusive access, but I mostly love the informality of them. These talks make globally known people seem attainable and, aside from their great talents and success, you’re reminded that they are regular humans, who just happen to be living extraordinary lives. The talks are done in an interview format followed by questions from the audience, and Cindy was being interviewed by Fashion Editor of The Sunday Times, Claudia Croft.

Cindy Crawford, pretty iconic, pretty sensational to look at – not from my generation, I’m way more of a Moss girl, but, I have known Cindy’s face for a very large part of my life – and so it was pretty cool to see her for real. Dressed elegantly in black trousers, black jumper and a diamante belt, she owned the room from the moment she walked in. Looking older – yes obvs – and with cheekbones which looked a little over-plumped, but at 49 years of age, Cindy Crawford mesmerizes. I think fame itself makes people seem mesmerizing, there’s something very surreal and magical about seeing in front of you a face which you’ve only ever seen on TV or in magazines. I love it, for me it’s like the equivalent of a young girl seeing a Disney Princess come to life.

As she nears her 50th Birthday, Cindy decided to bring out a book – natch, don’t we all?! – and ‘Becoming’ is her offering. More than just a coffee table book of photos, this hardback book has, yes, lots of AMAZING images of her career, but also there are 50 essays written by Cindy herself on subjects such as learning to say no, learning to love herself, self esteem, and getting older. Issues which I personally was interested to hear her talk about. Watching her talk, she seemed like a good egg. A girl’s girl, a Mother and Wife, genuinely humble and honest. Watching her talk made me really like her. The audience were mostly female and the atmosphere seemed one of a sisterhood sharing a valued experience.

In the hour and a half chat, Cindy talked about her phenomenal career in the era of the Supermodel; sharing cool stories about Christy Turlington, Naomi Campbell and Linda Evangelista. About how the late 80’s and early 90’s was the first time fashion and music really fused, with the birth of MTV. The George Michael ‘Freedom’ video propelled this group of women – all of whom had a different beauty – to a rock-star status, these models suddenly became celebrities in their own right. She said that shortly after the video came out, all 4 girls walked down the Versace catwalk together and BOOM, she felt a shift in their status…and their wages! Still to this day, think of all the thousands of models who are out there working, only a select few really get to stand out and become known in their own right, well, Cindy was one of the first.

As well as hearing her first-hand tales from the fashion industry, I was really fascinated to hear her talk about self esteem. For me, a girl who has *forever* battled low self esteem and huge self criticism, it was brilliantly reassuring to hear a woman who has made millions from her looks tell us that she too doubts herself and fears that she isn’t good enough. She reflected on the competitive nature of the supermodels and her own insecurities. She desperately wanted her mole removed; “I hated it. But, my Achilles heel went on to become my trademark, it’s what made me stand out.” She reminded us to celebrate that which makes us unique because that’s the very thing which makes us beautiful. Meh, easy for a supermodel to say tho right? Obviously we all know it’s true and we SHOULD learn to embrace rather than hate things that we feel make us less beautiful but it’s DAMN hard. I kind of always envied models, because, I guessed in a way that they must feel at ease with their looks, like it’s one less thing to worry about because they’ve had their beauty validated by being on the cover of magazines, by being adored for their looks. But, as I get older I know that as many people may find one person beautiful, just as many others won’t, because we all see beauty in different ways. But, there ain’t no denying that some people just give great face and I figured life would be easier if you felt assured that you are beautiful. So hearing Cindy Crawford talk about how SHE felt unattractive next to other models and envied other models looks, well, it shows that women will sadly always doubt their own beauty, and very rarely recognize it in themselves. She said “I wish we could be as appreciative of our own beauty as we are of other women’s. When I look at other women, all I see is what’s right.” As I sat in my seat, I resisted the urge to shout ‘Heck yeah!….you feel that way TOO CINDY?!’ I felt the room shoulda erupted into a Ricky Lake American style frenzy of whoops and fist bumps at this revelation. But, it didn’t, because we are British, and, we were at the V&A so we were all being very polite. But, ooof, it was something big for me, a relief, to hear that it doesn’t matter who you are, what you do or where you get to in life, we all doubt ourselves and envy others. She went on to talk about bringing her daughter up in a society which is SO focused on the visuals of life. She encouraged other Mothers to focus on achievements their child makes, if they handle a situation well, or study hard for a test, to notice and comment on those things rather than their beauty or cuteness.

And, on the issue of beauty, she talked about ageing. Something which I wrongly obsess a little over. Getting older isn’t easy, but it IS easy to become preoccupied with it, and she had these words of advice. “I make sure I don’t judge myself by my 25 year old standards. I’m getting older. But, in 10 years time I will be longing for the face I have now. Learn to embrace each part of life, the now and the future. I would hope there are still many more amazing times to come.”

Aw, Cindy, what a doll. I’m glad I went to see her.

 

 

 

Dismaland. The Delight of Disillusionment

dis14

“This is not your average sugar-coated fantasyland selling scrapings from the Hollywood floor. No, we couldn’t afford the license for that. Instead this is an attempt to build a different kind of family day out – one that sends a more appropriate message to the next generation – sorry kids. Sorry about the lack of meaningful jobs, global injustice and Channel 5. The fairytale is over, the world is sleepwalking towards climate catastrophe, maybe all that escapism will have to wait.” – Banksy

When word spread that Banksy was to open an exhibition in the form of an anti-theme park in the grounds of Tropicana – a derelict lido, walled like a prison ground, on the sea front of Weston-Super-Mare – it was pretty obvious that people would be scrambling to visit. And rightly so. This Bansky event, the most grand scale thing he has done to date, is one of the most invigorating and exciting things to happen in the UK this year, let alone in Weston-Super-Mare. Deliberately placed in the dreary surrounds of a British seaside, Dismaland is a brilliantly curated ‘bemusement park’. Giving you the absolute antithesis of ‘Disneyland’ and all of that which you are promised about the world as a child; there ain’t no saccharine sweet dreams coming true here. This is the flip side, this is as bluntly realistic as it gets, it is a pessimist’s paradise.The staff, wearing Mickey Mouse ears, are trained to be fed-up fun killers, scowling, bored and snappy. “Oi, no entering until you lose the smile”, “leave your expectations at the door” I’m told as I head through the cardboard cut-out parody of an airport security. “Have a crap time” they say to another visitor. The whole thing is done perfectly. From the dead plants in every corner to the rusting disused penny rides and the warped Hawaiian music being continuously piped through the speakers. The overriding sensation here is one of being underwhelmed; but in the most brilliant way possible. If you know the work of Banksy, and you get his mischievous humour, his ridiculously clever take on the world and the anarchic, unapologetic statements that his art makes, then, you enter Dismaland with nothing but a big fat smile on your face. And, ironically the excitement of a child in a wonderland, an irony which is never lost on his audience.

Dismaland has loads to see, it’s crazy good value for the meager £3 entry fee, another nod from Banksy towards money grabbing brands that overcharge you to believe in a false dream. There are over 50 artists contributing here from all over the globe, most of which have never even met Banksy, but whose work was all hand selected by him. There’s an indoor exhibition, a huge scale apocalyptic miniature town, a Damien Hirst sculpture and the main outdoor area which has so much to see that your tummy gets tense with excitement, well, mine did. There’s a beautifully constructed sculpture of two huge American lorries dancing together into the sky, an old rust ridden big wheel, a horse made from scaffolding poles bucking up into the skyline, an old shabby caravan which you can get strapped inside of and spun like an astronaut, wall art, a carousel and a ‘hook-a-duck-from-the-muck’ which references all the birds killed in oil spills. Banksy’s own pieces include the mermaid, the police van, the woman being attacked by seagulls and the skeletal, gothic fairy castle. This acts as the obvious centerpiece, housing a Disney Princess dead in her carriage whilst being snapped ferociously by the paparazzi. As Banksy states, with this piece, the sculpture is only complete when there are crowds of onlookers snapping pictures on their phones to send to their mates; here, ‘the audience is the punchline’.

There’s a great sense that you are in on the joke with the artists here, but the underlying messages are massively provocative beneath the satire and we all know it. What this art is talking about, whether it be government greed, the horse meat scandal, global warming or immigration, the audience know that it’s extremely important, and that’s why it is done SO damn well. It screams that change is possible, that we can ‘un-fuck the system’ rather than sit in ignorance and fear. I love the fact that there seems to be no arrogance in Banksy’s work, not in my mind anyway. That may be helped by his infamous reluctance to reveal his identity, you feel this isn’t ever about his ego in any way. Interrupting the eerie music at regular intervals, like a concentration camp announcement, are quotes by Jenny Holzer such as “ambivalence can ruin your life”. As you leave Dismaland, rather than clutching dreams of a magical make-believe world where nothing bad ever happens – like a kid skipping out of Disneyland – you leave here with a solemn consciousness and a gritty drive to help make the real world just a little bit less bloody rubbish.
dis4

dis15dis13dis8dis5dis7dis17ftftftdis18dis2dis9htrhtrhtdis19Dismaland closes on the 27th September 2015.

 

Lucky Me, I Joined The Club

1000 2000

Instagram is a very brilliant place, not only is it a never-ending orbit of pretty pictures from the whole wide world, it’s also an ace place to find out about new people and things to be a part of; and by far one of THE coolest things I’ve discovered is The Lucky Dip Club. Now, I’ve been having heart shaped eyes at this club for a long while, it’s run by a gal called Leona in Hackney and this is what happens; you get online at 7am on the first day of each month and if you’re super fast on your typing, you can get your name down for a box to be delivered to your door…a box full of the cutest treats based around a different sweet theme each month, it’s basically like finding THE BEST trinkets from creative types but without having to hunt them out…Leona finds them for you and bundles them up in a box. Then, PLOP! Through your letterbox comes a surprise present JUST FOR YOU, YES, ALL FOR MEEEE! You cannot overestimate the element of surprise, to get a present through your door and unwrap it is RIDiculously exciting, it’s like allowing yourself an extra sneaky birthday, my kitty Walter, heck, even he was buzzing too to see what was inside! This was my first box (I’m not generally awake at 7am on any morning but a sunny August morn made me hit the website JUST in time…BOY was I chuffed with myself!!) and the best thing about the Lucky Dip Club is that it makes you feel like you’re part of a very cool gang, a gang that LOVES cuteness and treats! A one-off box is £20, or you can have a long-standing subscription for £18 a month and each box contains a personalised item…Oooof it makes you feel very spesh indeed. I can’t rate this thang enough, it’s a little box of wonderfulness and you can just feel that it’s been put together with love. AND their branding has polka-dots too, just like my Prim! A real treat. Boom, I’m hooked, you wanna join the gang?

So, what was inside my box? The theme for August was ‘A Geek Girl’s Guide To Travel’ and this is the load of loveliness I received; a cute as heck newsletter, a pencil case with my initial S on the zip, a camera necklace, a pack of note-cards, stickers, a fabric patch and a postcard…..Hurrah for Lucky Dip Club!

IMG_9199 IMG_9203 IMG_9207 IMG_9208 IMG_9215

IMG_9239 IMG_9252

IMG_9285 IMG_9267 IMG_9276

I Dare You To Pick One Decade

100

 

If you haven’t seen this super cute video yet then, firstly; ‘duh? Where ya been Gurl?’ and secondly, let me be the one to show it to you, it’s totally fun! A short, sharp, shot of fashion history in a two minute vid, kinda like playing dress up dolls without any actual effort. Ace. This sweet treat shows the key look of each decade from the 1920’s to the now and although the looks are kinda cliche, the people at mode.com have got it pretty spot on in showcasing the most coveted trends from each era. So many looks to love, the question is, which decade’s look would you go for if you could only choose one? If you like, HAD to choose one era and stick to it for evermore? Ummm, I’ll take the 30’s. And a bit of the 70’s. And some of the 80’s. And a bit of the 20’s. And some 50’s. And a touch of 60’s. Eeesh. #toomuchtolove