Showing posts with label Royal literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Royal literature. Show all posts

Thursday, June 13, 2013


“In a way, you are poetry material; you are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.” 
Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Amazing Grace

Vogue’s longtime creative director and onetime model, Grace Coddington, is the woman whose sense of style has shaped fashion for decades. As her memoirs are published, the red haired stylist talks about race, weight, her love for cats and how to stand up to Anna Wintour.


“If Wintour is the Pope … Coddington is Michelangelo, trying to paint a fresh version of the Sistine Chapel twelve times a year.”—Time Magazine


Left: Grace Coddington photographed by Peter Akehurst, 1961
Right: Grace Coddington photographed by Ronald Traeger Vogue Italia, July 1967

The auto-biographic book goes through her modeling years and focus on her career on the american Vogue, where she's been since 1988, how she turned into an icon, her relationship with her pears, how she sees fashion today and so on.

Left: Grace on her first British Vogue cover, August 1962

From what I've read so far, I loved every word. She shares her thoughts in a funny way and this is my favorite excerpt:

«Fashion has changed so much in my lifetime. Today I find myself at the collections, asking: “Who are all these people?” They appear to come from anywhere and everywhere, and 90% seem to be uninvited hangers-on. Sometimes I think I’m the last remaining person who goes to the shows for the pleasure of seeing the clothes, rather than desperately wanting to be there for the social side – which is the part of things I have always had to be dragged to, kicking and screaming. And everyone has an opinion! Before the television interviewers and film cameras came along, people kept themselves to themselves. But now when they turn up to fashion shows, all they want to do is talk and talk. Or be filmed answering inane questions.

Everyone has a mobile phone or camera, including all the models getting ready behind the scenes, so everyone knows exactly what’s happening in real time. There are no secrets any more – everything has been texted, tweeted or emailed all over the world way before the show has even begun. There are probably more pictures taken behind the scenes than of the models on the runway. 

I used to see every show in the New York collections, but these days I’m much more selective, partly because the experience has become so trying. Giveaway gossip papers like The Daily are constantly being pushed in your face, and cheap champagne is handed out at 9am – with the English fashionistas being the first to gulp it down. As you dodge the movie cameras on your way in, there is usually some starlet of the moment surrounded by photographers and planted in the middle of the runway, hindering everyone else from getting to their seats. I can’t stand it, so I usually put the blinders on and rush straight through. Before the show, there is that intensely irritating moment when the photographers yell out: “Uncross your legs!” What I usually think is “Screw you!”, because if my legs were really in the way I would know it.

Each ready-to-wear season I usually fill one sketchbook per city – Paris, Milan, New York – plus one for each season's couture, resort and cruise. So that makes 12 sketchbooks a year, and they can all get pretty full. My system at the shows is to draw, sketch, put down everything – every single outfit – and worry later whether I liked it or not. Occasionally I will put a star next to a favourite. Because I don't write about fashion, I don't take notes. I find it faster and easier to draw a dolman sleeve, for example, than to describe it. It was simpler in the old days, when there weren't so many collections and most people showed a maximum of 30 outfits.

I do become terribly intense when I'm drawing anything complicated or intellectually challenging, such as the Prada or Balenciaga collection, and I get extremely irritated if I'm in the middle of it and people talk to me, disturbing my concentration. Most other people these days don't take notes, because they look at the internet, with its bloggers and instant information, and most freelance stylists don't even bother coming to the shows. But I have to see them. They're easier for me to absorb if I'm there. On a flat screen, things look flat. I don't think I could recognise a great collection if I just saw it on a screen or in a look book.»


Grace Coddington nowadays

OMG, she's so damn funny and sarcastic. Guess what? Some of her drawings also take on a distinctly personal and often humorous tone. From childhood memories to her first day on the job as both a model and fashion editor, even her big loves (including, of course, her cats), there are remarkable, hand-drawn pictures that reveal another dimension to an already fascinating woman. That's why I needed to share these amazing brilliant images drew by Grace Coddington herself. Honestly, I rolled on the floor laughing... and I did this whole post on her Memoirs as an excuse to share these drawings.

 
 
From left to right: 
Manolo Blahnik, Anna Piaggi, Pat Cleveland,
Antonio Lopez, Donna Jordan and Karl Lagerfeld

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Judith beheading Holofernes (c. 1598-1599), Caravaggio

«Come chocolates, pequena;
Come chocolates!
Olha que não há mais metafísica no mundo senão chocolates.
Olha que as religiões todas não ensinam mais que a confeitaria.
Come, pequena suja, come!
Pudesse eu comer chocolates com a mesma verdade com que comes!»
Tabacaria, Álvaro de Campos

Saturday, May 8, 2010

«O primeiro amor, o tanas. Irrita-me esse arquivo organizado a que as mulheres chamam romantismo. Como se houvesse segundo, terceiro, quarto, quinto amor. Como se o amor fosse a escada de um prédio de apartamentos. O amor é uma coisa que começa velha, uma forma de demência que nos leva a concentrar os corpos e rostos que desejámos num só.»
Inês Pedrosa in Os Íntimos

(Porque vou entrevistá-la na segunda-feira e estou a fazer o trabalho de casa ao ler o seu último livro. Sou um menino bonito, eu sei.)

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

«Tentar provar o futuro é muito mais interessante do que poder conhecê-lo. Como no jogo, não o ganhar, mas o poder ganhar. Porque nenhuma vitória se ganha se não se puder perder
Vergílio Ferreira

Monday, March 29, 2010

Oscar Wilde dixit:

«As pessoas realmente frívolas são as que só amam uma vez na vida. O que elas chamam lealdade ou fidelidade, chamo eu letargia do hábito ou falta de imaginação. A fidelidade representa na vida emocional o mesmo que a coerência na vida do intelecto, apenas uma confissão de impotência. A fidelidade! Tenho de a analisar um destes dias. Está intimamente associada à paixão da propriedade. Há muitas coisas que atiraríamos fora se não receássemos que os outros as apanhassem.»

Saturday, January 16, 2010

O cinismo é simplesmente uma pose

«Os feios e os estúpidos são neste mundo os mais ditosos. Podem à sua vontade gozar o espectáculo. Se não conhecem as delícias do triunfo, também não os amargura o travor da derrota. Vivem como todos nós devíamos viver, sossegados, indiferentes, sem inquietações. Nem causam a ruína dos outros, nem a recebem de mãos alheias.»

Oscar Wilde in O Retrato de Dorian Gray