Suffragette Suffragette

Alley Cats.

Other highlights include the Jaeger show, whose clothing range was so so enviable. I am heading there as soon as it all becomes available. Christopher Kane was, of course, completely jaw dropping, as was Osman and Margaret Howell. 

Where Do We Go Now But Nowhere?

London fashion week day 2 

Repetition Kills You.

Finally, a sunny day! Not a cloud in the sky. The Ray Ban's are out, the shorts are on... though with tights and a thick coat. But we're getting there!

I'm listening to A History Of The World In 100 Objects on Radio 4, the one about Ramesses II. It starts with a quote from Percy Shelley's "Ozymandias" which I just happen to have in front of me, in a poetry book, open on that exact page. Coincidences like this freak me out. I have been reading a lot of poetry lately. From Shelley to Keats, Owen and Ginsberg. I find it bridges the gap between my current inability to focus much time on a novel and my need to read SOMETHING.

This is a sketch for my D&AD entry based on 'resistance'. Pen and watercolour.

Pass This On

Today has been completely changed by the news of the death of Alexander McQueen. That's a big loss to the fashion world. A complete creative genius who I greatly admired.

This drawing is for Lee, over in Copenhagen looking at clothes and having (hopefully) the time of his life. You can't beat a film with Schwartzman, Wilson and Brody in it. Ink and dip pen, watercolour and pencil.

I'm gonna go drink some coffee.

Et in Arcadia Ego.

I want more times like this. I love the British summer, and spring even more. But this incessant cold, the lingering winter is really doing my head in. When you're in bed, duvet, 2 blankets, slacks and a hoodie, you know it's bad times. Especially when you're on your laptop and you can't feel your fingers any more. I need bed gloves. Does anyone make bed gloves?

Hurry up Coachella.