29 February 2012
23 February 2012
Marie Colvin
Her break came in 1986, when she was in the Libyan capital, Tripoli, as America launched its biggest aerial attack since Vietnam. Filing copy while scrambling to avoid the explosions, she set a pattern that would last the rest of her career.
It was while there she was summoned to meet the Libyan dictator, Muammar Gaddafi, and over the next quarter of a century she frequently met him, as well as many other political leaders and despots. But a peculiar effect of her beguiling character and her journalistic talent was that tyrants were charmed by her, and sought her out, even as she eviscerated them in print. Last year she published an account of her encounters with the late Libyan leader over 25 years. It was entitled “Mad Dog and Me”. The Daily Telegraph
19 February 2012
15 February 2012
11 February 2012
7 January 2012
Martha Argerich
"She is a compact woman, with surprisingly small hands and an enormous mane of long black hair. Her beauty dwells in her large eyes, which are at once sad and sly, and in her smile, which has been compared more than once to the Mona Lisa’s. Musicians have a history of falling in love with her and coming away crushed by the force of her personality. It is said that one of her amours would labor for hours over a difficult score, only to watch Argerich, a person of nocturnal habits, slouch downstairs in the middle of the afternoon, rub her eyes, and sight-read the music effortlessly."
2 January 2012
30 December 2011
29 December 2011
Fashion
'I think the desire to be new is just as bad as the desire to be fashionable. It's a losing game.'
Cecilly Brown, 2005
There is a three page article in the Sunday Times today about how being a Yummy Mummy, dressing in florals, wearing Hunter Wellington boots, decorating your house with Farrow and Ball paint and Cath Kidston and anything to do with cupcakes are all now extremely unfashionable. Now, the people who used to do all of these things are wearing Acne and neon, collecting art, finding their kids less fascinating and losing weight.
Though the Style says that the Jubilee and Olympics were what killed shabby chic stone dead, when I read this article I became extremely worried that the afore-mentioned neon, modern art and bad parenting (stuff I like, mostly) is now de-rigeur among bourgeois, Sunday Times reading mums. I am basically now utterly out of fashion. The only way to get back in will probably be to resurrect my 90s wardrobe, bubble perm my hair and get some black lipstick. How tiresome.
This is a lesson never to read fashion magazines, especially in weekend newspapers. Just look at the pictures, avoid being too high fashion and for about 20 minutes every 5 years, you will be just right.
The same style supplement also suggested that reading exclamation mark-riddled, ersatz erotica Fifty Shades of Grey, is particularly fashionable. Either to show that you are naughty or highly ironic. I think this tells you all you need to know.
This photo is an an apartment I like from Design Attractor, now endorsed by the ST style and therefore dangerously out of fashion!
What I Wore To: look haughty and try on glasses....
Oui, c'est c'est moi! Showing off my latest charity shop dress in the mirror at work! Tres classy.
Soon after snapping this I read an article in the Daily Mail about hideous eye infections you can get if you don't keep your contact lenses clean. So I rushed out to spend many £££s on new glasses. Sigh.
Soon after snapping this I read an article in the Daily Mail about hideous eye infections you can get if you don't keep your contact lenses clean. So I rushed out to spend many £££s on new glasses. Sigh.
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