Wednesday, 17 September 2014

I have always been pro Dame Vivienne Westwood, her clothes, her intelligence and most of all her love of the London Symphony Orchestra. This week I went to her shop to try on and possibly buy this Winters Collection, a red jacket with a black heart, and a pair of knickerbockers.  This week however, her thoughtless comments have proved all the haters right, and I have now closed my purse firmly. Indeed I went shopping with my eldest last week to get her eco friendly shoes made out of recycled plastic. My ex husband supported her over her views of conservation. I have always been a fan.
However, how can she hate England? Has she seriously thought about this, were they just unthought out stupidities from a supposedly clever woman? She may not like its politics at the moment, but everything changes, as David Cameron continually reminds us.  That in turn of course will chan. She has benefitted greatly from us as a nation and been honoured too. A little loyalty is more attractive than the venom that raged from her mouth.  My word of advice is "The door is open" you can leave, and leave behind the trophies too.

Let's face it, it is a privilege to be British, to have in our hands our smart red and gold passports, that allow us almost universal freedom. If it was not so shiny we would not have the world wanting to be here. Other than New York City there is no place more interesting on this earth. I know, I have tried living in other Cities. We have been ruled collectively since 1603 and a union since 1707. How we will do apart is anybodies guess.


Great Britain is a country that allows almost total freedom, and encourages both high and low culture. It has great tolerance, humour, beauty and a good education system, when you put it against the rest of the world. It has wonderful theatre, politics where you can voice your thoughts freely, universities, museums, and a population that are brave enough to go into countries and help others, despite criticism.  The hateful chattering classes should think twice it could be a so much worse. What other country considering its size would go and help those in need?
I love Scotland, I have always loved their frugal ways, but if they wish to leave, it will be a great pity for us as a nation.  Her Majesty the Queen is a lover of the country, and so am I. I love my Irish and Welsh friends too.

If there is a lack of communication and misunderstanding you won't  have our head chopped off here, we go in for vocal fights. So please re think what is said and what is happening and vote NO. 

Sunday, 14 September 2014

EMILIA WICKSTEAD clean pure flattering lines
We are at war, that is for sure, and the fashion world from New York to London are combatting this feeling with  'love and peace' using scattered flowers.  It reminds me of a thrift shop ready for the festival party life of 2015.  Anything to get our minds off  the guns, the men in black, the disease, faraway in the Middle East. The fashion world is closing its eyes to the misery and is getting relief from the trivial, the boho chic, the thrift shops, the flower power peace mobs. It is luckily split, clean lines are there thank goodness, as I am a punk nun.  Only a few designers can be turned into that. I love the new designs of Emilia Wickstead, David Koma, Amanda Wakeley, Alexander Wang, Temperley and the new look of Mary Katranzou. These are the designers I personally prefer.
I never liked boho, when I was seven my mother dressed me as a hippy for a party, I was furious I wanted to be a nurse. She put me screaming and shouting in brown bell bottoms, a flower power shirt, and bought a huge oversized sun flower. I was furious.  For all the young girls out there, I promise you that your grandmother has all the kit, the hot pants, the long flowing jackets with flowers, the ethnic tops in the back of her wardrobe. You will get the look without spending a dime.

MARY KATRANZOU's new look, gone are the all over patterns.

ANNA SUI
Alice Temperley
Clean clean wearable lines of David Koma

House of Holland
Marchesa the ethereal bride.
Clearn lines of Alexander Wang





Monday, 8 September 2014

As the historic Venice film festival elegantly closes, Here is the list of films that I liked best, that left me thinking.  I feel I am lucky to have had the access to the film world, this Summer. After 23 films I feel I have got to grips with the artier side of film making.
I have hardly ever been bored or felt I wanted to leave, on the contrary. The films might not be top winners at the box office in New York, but they all left me in deep thought.

1. Good Kill by Andrew Niccol.
My favourite for many reasons, most of all was because it was topical. It did not win,  but for me there are moments when I saw the chilling reality of our future. War from the inside of a bunker, killing people through a television screen.
First of all, on a very basic level, it showed the ordinary life of Military Bases, near Las Vegas, the desperation of the military men,the boredom of their normal lives, against the poverty of Middle East.  The women in the Middle East were shown covered from head to toe, going about their daily lives, collecting wood, cooking, washing and then men meeting each other. What moved me was the violence and sympathy you could feel for the characters there, the poor woman being violently raped and the army able to witness but only able to help in secret. Ethan Hawke, January Jones, Zoe Kravitz.
2. Hungry Hearts by Saverio Costanzo
An ordinary romance so we think that starts in the loo, and ends with,well that would give the game away. A simplistic story which we follow and then realise that the heroine is going mad,  and is leaving a baby hungry because of her obsession with food, and a mother in law, crazy enough to give her life over to keep a baby..
Joshua Oppenheimer

3. The Pigeon sat on a branch reflecting on existence by Roy Andersson.
An artistic series of cameos, and a  film that won twice. A Cavalier and his men go into a pub and demand the women are told to leave and the man is thrashed. Absurd, meaning nothing and yet everything. Beautifully shot and edited.
4. The Look of Silence by Joshua Oppenheimer
A continuation of what he did before, not as poignant, but it leaves you with images not easily forgotten..
5. Birdman by Alejandro G. Inarritu
Perfect performances of a man that has been split into two characters. I feel it should have been included in the final line up. Opening night,
There were so many more, She is funny that way by Peter Bogdanovich, The Humbling of Barry Levinson and so on. I loved the Cut, Theeb, Words with Gods. So many clever films.
No commercial block busters, Venice is anything but commercial, and the judges were very intellectual.
Hungry Hearts.
With talk that Hollywood did not get prizes in Venice, I think they did, but Venice is where an intimate touching story can do well.

Sunday, 31 August 2014

Alexander Mcqueen with gold Alexander Wang glasses.
Mui Mui white Summer Dress with Alexander Wang Summer Glasses.


Saint Laurent top with a Balmain skirt, necklace from the Amanjena,
As you all know I am The Fashion Editor for Genlux Magazine. Like every woman, I have to think about what to wear? Actually I hate thinking about clothes, and tend to buy all the same dresses, I usually get teased for this. However, my body does not change so the same clothing suit me. I think mostly about what creases, what looks good all day and can look good into the night.
It was suggested that I should take photographs of my looks for Venice so despite being well documented I shall put them into this blog.
I have been so far to 9 films, roughly three a day. I am quite overwhelmed with tiredness. The concentration to watch a film properly is taxing. Like reading a book without skimming sentences.
Anyway I needed clothes for 6 hour stints in the theatre that did not crease and it was boiling hot. The audience look tired and hot, except the few that turn up just to be photographed, the clothes look worn out.
The following ensembles stood up to the test of heat mixed with seat, and looked great at the end.
The best was a Balmain skirt with no creased in it at all. It lasted from 2.00pm until midnight and looked immaculate.

Victoria Beckham Dress  

LAMANIA dress and a Chloe Bag with a gold chain.
Roland Mouret top with a Roland Mouret skirt, Alexander Wang Glasses and my Lanvin Belt with boys who thought I was a Hollywood star.



Saturday, 30 August 2014

Friday, 29 August 2014

The reason why I love the Venice Film Festival above all other festivals, is that it is seriously glamorous, it still has a 1950's - 1970's appeal, when Fellini and Visconti were still in their prime. High art and cinematic splendour make this place special. With over twenty films in competition the stakes are high, there are also many films not in competition too. I was lucky enough to be invited by the elegant and clever Marina Cicogna, loving the red carpet as I do, I thought I would enjoy the whirlwind, and armed with my favourite evening dress from Lamania, it was a must.
This year the panel of judges are interesting too. There is a French feel to the Festival. with sponsorship from Renault and French composer, Alexandre Desplat, heading the jury with his charm. Of course last year Masarati made a splash here, so with Renault there is a different more real and business like feel to the Film Festival.
Venice is a place you meet wonderful people in lifts and gondolas. It is magical. Today I was fortunate to talk to a new talent in film making called Alice Rohrwacher who you may know made Heavenly Bodies. She is President of the Jury finding the best next new comer. I have a lot to be thankful for my friendship with The Italian People and for the support they gave my film, The gun the cake and the butterfly, last year. The Ischia Film International Festival and the NYCIFF, headed by Pascal Vicedomini and Roberto Rizzo.
I am staying at the Excelsior which is much more convenient for the films than the Cipriani, but less convenient if you wish to party and see Venice. I have not heard bells of a church or a sound of a motorboat once.
Here with Natalia Sousa, hairdresser to the stars who works at Snowden Hill's new salon Duck and Dry, I am made to look good evan in bed.
MARINA CICOGNA

There is a darker side to to Venice, it  is also a place where you have to watch your pockets, my computer was  annoyingly stolen out of trolley in the airport. One minute it was there and the next it was on an escalator to heaven knows where. The thief will have fun, hope he does not steal my next script.

Birdman opened the festival and was directed by Alejandro Gonsalez, who previously directed the award winning film Babel opened the First Night. The film was incredible, the drumming score, kept me alive along with the very realistic fights between Michael Keaton and Edward Norton. Michael's aggressive portrayal playing the part with his alter ego and the roughness between living his life as a superhero and failure, left the audience gasping. He was Birdman after all. With the wide eye stares of Emma Stone, he flys, literally.

AMANDA ELIASCH
I also watched a wonderful comedy about Charlie Chaplin's body stolen from Vevey in Switzerland. The price of fame directed by Xavier Beauvois, was fully supported by the Chaplins. The film was a light comedy accompanied by the thrills of a Michel Le Grand score, a lovely story about a pair of petty gangsters who need money desperately to support a family, and a wife who is sick with chronic arthritis and needs a hugely expensive operation to combat it. The petty thieves from Eastern Europe hold the body hostage, in a field while they make massive mistakes trying to get money. It is too long, but it is funny and at moments compelling.
NATALIA SOUZA wearing Emilia Wickstead and AMANDA ELIASCH wearing Victoria Beckham

Then I also had the luck to see a Chinese film  directed by Peter Ho San Chan called Dearest, about the kidnapping and abduction of children in China, which I truly thought would make a terrific television series and which ended just when I wanted to know what happened. Annoying as it was, it had so many stories going into it, and I just wanted to know if the children were safe.


Saturday, 23 August 2014

Thursday, 21 August 2014

It is good to do new things, evan for a day or two. I always have incredible moments of realisation. To go by train and see England's wonderful coastline is a first for me. I actually wish to take a boat round England if anyone could face it.
A SIGN A REAL RAINBOW
NEWCASTLE

I came to Edinburgh for the night to watch my friend Nancy Dell'ollio perform in her show, Rainbows from Diamonds. It is always tricky to perform in public. Television and film for me are much easier, and despite the fact I had extensive training, I would not wish to sit on the stage talking on my own for more than 4 minutes. Nancy was certainly brave.  Nancy had us all cheering. You could not but admire her. When some silly women laughed in the wrong place, she said to me afterwards, "At least they laughed" she evan said to them stridently "If you want to laugh in the wrong places, perhaps leave?".   She was right. Her fast performance may need more work, indeed it is her first show of this nature, but there is nothing more special than seeing people work on a play or indeed perform, it is easier to be critical, but in this case I just came to see my friend.  If you are a fan of Nancy's then watch her,  she has stage presence, her exotic looks, half Jewish half Italian swing into action in a white suit with black lapels, she is like nobody else on the planet as she takes you through her romances, her disappointments, her trials and tribulations, with her charismatic Italian accent.  Of course it needs adding to, I did a play three years ago and then a film, and I have made constant changes to it. It is never ending. But, you just can't help smiling in the right places, laughing and evan crying. Nancy has the ability to make you want to help her succeed, that is her pure clean energy.  I want to say one more thing "Happy Birthday, you did it."

As a friend she is supportive too, today after a gruelling week, as she came to my son, Charles Eliasch's, performance at St Mary's  Cathedral with Sofia Dimitrova, both from Mannes College of Music and Charles and Will Shaw, accompany them on the piano, are from The Royal Welsh College. They were all truly talented, I appreciated the hard work that these young opera singers put themselves through, totally mesmerising. Then Will's piano playing was excellent. Usually accompanists are just that. This time Will did a beautiful job.
GOGO NANCY

After a good nights sleep at the Prestonfield House, a stunning hotel with grounds that are perfect,, a delicious dinner last night, I am ready to get on the train again. I sadly did not a chance to see Lili La Scala perform. I am sure she will be there next year. Edinburgh has high standards and an educated audience, I was pleased to see so many people attending, and in church too.
Congratulations to you all

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

I would like to jump on a plane to rescue the Yazidis. I switch between CNN and Aljazeera News in a  frantic way to understand what is happening in real time, on the borders of Iraq and Syria. The rest of the Middle East too. The Islamic State (ISIS) threatening to kill them and chop off their heads and anybody else's,  if they don't immediately succumb to their medieval, ungodly ways, which by the way are not in the Koran. My feeling is this. If boys from Great Britain have joined the militants, they in turn should be not allowed back into England, the country that paid for their education and helped their families when they needed it, then indeed they must remain with their own.
It is confusing to say the least who is good in all these stories, The people in these poor countries are all surely aware that what is happening is a disaster. Actually whoever is in the wrong is probably having a great holiday in Ibiza or St Tropez right now. What a summer it has been between warring factions and,  the turmoil created by the weapons industry must stop. In the name of religion,  shocking war crimes are being committed.

HERO OF THE HOUR IVAN WATSON



Ivan Watson is reporting on the war torn country of Iraq on behalf of CNN, he has a major fan. ME. He has become the hero of the hour. He did a mini documentary on the plight of the Yasidees It was moving and extremely informative, and as I say I want to help the children.
If only they could bring the families here? As we take in about 500,000 immigrants a year surely there is room for a few Christians?

Oh back to beauty…

PLEASURE AT THE AMANJENA

I have just been  in Marrakech where the peaceful people of this country, are a mixture of  religions.   Delightful, amongst the palms of this Oasis. Life is as near heaven as you can get, superficially anyway. I stayed at the Amanjena, which after 15 years, has a magical appeal as it has grown into itself. I love the hammam, the large swimming pool, the beautiful rooms where you listen to the birds in the morning. Nature at its best. Then there is the madness of the medina, I have so many memories, the best was when I  visited a magic man who has since died with Belinda Carlisle. We had so much fun as we were hypnotised in believing he was so very attractive.



Back in London I had to dash off to Duck and Dry the new concept in hair dressing that everybody can look good, for reasonable prices. You can have your hair and make up done by anyone of the brilliant stylists on offer. Guaranteed to turn you into a Hollywood star. With Snowden Hill as the boss, I know Chelsea will look a whole lot prettier.

As for the blackberry,  I reckon the coolest people still love it.  I do, as do artists, Inesa-Barrington De La Roche. I love their work, humour and style. They have the IT factor. Anyway I like to write a letter and don't get pleasure from smilies.


My son says that the war in The Middle East is being helped and fed by Twitter users? Is this true?
Oh for goodness sake can we all have peace?
PEACE. I do not like wars with anybody.

Saturday, 16 August 2014

Saturday, 9 August 2014

Sometimes a little jealousy, despite being a deadly sin, in the guise of flattery, is good. Hans Schavernoch deserves complete and utter admiration for his set in The Salzburg Opera House for Strauss's opera Rosenkavalier, part of the Salzburg Festival. Talented, stunning, the set honestly touched me. The photography, video design  combined the poetry, music, the story and made us enter the stunning world of these people. The story remains the same, man in love with a woman, who is too old, but has great love for him,  gives him to a younger woman. There is real expertise, to keep us all awake in our chairs, in what could be a very long opera despite its brilliant musicality, is of course topped off by the excellent singing by  Sophie Koch.  Franz Welser-Most's conducting takes us through the trials and tribulations of the story, and keeps the whole evening alive.  Of course I am a lover of Strauss, The four last songs, Elektra and my favourite Salome which I once saw with the wonderful Behsat Ahmet who helped me with my film, The gun the cake and the butterfly. The Amadeus Week end in Salzburg is definitely the place to be, and where music is at its best. It is the brainchild of Eva O'Neill and she does it so well. I was so happy to be included. With Il Trovatore with Anna Netrebko, everything was extraordinary but in any case these wonderful young singers will be the stars of the future, I saw that last night. The talent and energy is there.

PAPAGENO IN MAGIC FLUTE WITH CHARLES ELIASCH

The Salzburg Festival has so many operas on at one time, and quite frankly I am as happy seeing students as professionals. Sometimes more so. The students have a passion that is lost often in mainstream opera, which is why it is not as popular as it should be. The Magic Flute two days ago is one such example, put on  by the brilliant Franco American Vocal Academy, FAVA, the group is truly worth catching if you can.  Their mission is to give expert tutoring to young talent under the guidance and directorship of the energetic and imaginative William Lewis. I know about it because my son Charles Eliasch is often included in their programme. This time he plays Papageno in The Magic Flute and in Bastien ind Bastienne he plays the part of Herr Colas, weaving his magical wand over the audience making us all squeal with laughter. Others were brilliant too, Brandon Dale has a promising voice, but I don't want to mention individuals as they were all good, just some were excellent. My son  Charles loves theatre and opera. Youth has life, and although the performances maybe young, there is spirit of adventure in the students demeanour that  I love.
Of course they don't have the resources to be able to benefit from Hans Schavernoch's set, but hopefully one day, as the students make the hills come alive around the ancient city of Salzburg.

AMANDA ELIASCH AND EVA O'NEILL

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

Friday, 1 August 2014

I left London last week and the wonderful Lady Victoria Hervey was staying in my house in Cheyne Walk.  A charming and fun person to have around, I can see why there is a demand to have her at every party.

At the Viva again, this time is a bit heavy weather. I am not into injections or illness and last night I ended up in hospital. I gathered through the officious Austrian nurse I have a potassium problem. With great efficiency I found out what I was lacking. If only I had recognised it two hours earlier. The nurse said it was a matter of urgency that I took the medicine. I was literally crawling on the floor with my chest about to come out of my body. I had to wake everybody up at the Mayr Clinic.  This I did with great panache. I knocked on every door until I was greeted by one far too dishy man and a very elegant blonde. She was adorable and washed me and got me ready for hospital. The kindness of strangers seems surprising. I expect a lot from friends but really when needed, it seems to me that strangers are more thoughtful. My nightie was replaced by sports gear. She gave me sunglasses and an eye mask.


With only 5 pounds to go at the Mayr Clinic I am excited to be slim again.  Do not trust any man who says they like a fatso.  I am the living proof that a man who said that to me, two years ago, watched me put on one and a half stone.
With this war still going on in Gaza, it seems to me the cease fire is possible. The people selling the weapons, should perhaps get together to resolve it in the comfort of Club 55 in St Tropez.
As for dealing with my loneliness. I am not alone. There is a lot of action here at the Mayr, considering we are not eating and are at various stages of starvation.  I have made wonderful friends. It is strange that  when put in this situation  we all get on. It is incredible that when we can all be friends .
I feel like going on holiday in a caravan one of these days. Next week I go to the very chic Mozart week end in Salzburg. I shall see my son Charles perform. There are some things I do not want to miss, I  am enjoying  a Summer of culture.


Saturday, 26 July 2014

I am busy packing yet again. A friend says "Next year, let's rent a villa in Positano, we have to have something planned Amanda"  I am thinking I spent my first seven years on this planet counting the steps to my grandmother's villa she built in Priaino, the next door village. It was at least 200 steps up hill, my Mother used to complain that it was a huge effort taking my brother and I there, the heat and walking uphill were not for her.
Once my Mother also said if I wanted to go to boarding school, I could not have Summer holidays, I chose an education.Since then I feel I have never been off the metal bullet. The attraction though of holidays has diminished as the aeroplanes have disappeared from the sky in recent months.
However here I am again getting ready for a life changing experience. My younger son said the other day "You need to find out what you want to do for the rest of your life, go away to the Mayr Clinic, and during the week find out what you wish to do"
My younger son believes everything starts with food, so that even our thoughts start with that. I agree. So as my two sons have grown up and with their wings spread wide, I remember the Summers in St Tropez with the house full of people and children, with love and affection. I arranged classes for all the children, they had tennis lessons, dancing lessons, music lessons, art lessons, I virtually ran a school. Thank goodness I did because we have incredible memories. I had all my friends to stay, from the British leading artists, to a concert pianist, or a pop star, it was fun, there are many many stories, but times have changed, I am now divorced, my sons are adult, needing their own lives, and I am grabbing freedom for the first time in  25 years. It is a funny feeling to think that I may be on my own for the rest of my life. I don't like it, but equally I don't want to be with someone for the sake of it, or to be with someone who I do not get on with. I am trying to learn to deal with my loneliness.
Remembering those wonderful Summers at Maison du Cap, Rammatuelle with my ex husband, is a tricky experience. I loved having a mission in life, running the house, walking the dogs, looking after my children. I also loved having my friends to stay. It was one long party. I could easily feel depressed today as I prepare for the week ahead.  Everything changes and although I feel 18 I am a woman of "uncertain age" with experience and love of that house behind me. I am glad I had those years, but equally I am pleased to be forging a life for myself ahead. I entertained so many people, now, for a few days it is time for myself to think, a precious rarity, and a time to stay quiet.  I was offered so many trips with friends but all I want to do is think with a clear head, so this is the perfect Summer to do it. Austria here I come.

Thursday, 24 July 2014



This is Nikki Lund partner of Richie Sambora, for the  Nikki Rich. Her commercial dress designs are modern and contemporary. The look I wear running around in Los Angeles. Well cut and trendy, you feel good in the dessert weather of  Hollywood. She is also a musician and probably has the best figure I know. I was once fortunate enough to see her playing a guitar with high heels with next to nothing on.  She looks incredible in this issue with photographs by Tracey Morris who also took mine two months ago. Tracey is a genius with a camera, she enhances every asset we have.
Genlux  incase you don't know is the is the glossy magazine that rocks fashion in an elegant way. It is reproduced on thick lavish glossy paper. I am lucky enough to be the Fashion Editor there. With her new recording,  This is it, out soon, the world of Nikki Lund is on the up and up.
She is best old pals with Kim Kardashian, and this lucky pair have the star factor needed to swing open the doors of the Hollywood dream.

Equally cool is the new bottle from Christian Louboutin, that I am lusting after. I saw Christian himself at Marina Cicogna's party in Italy for her birthday. He is so much fun and spent the evening snapping photographs of me, just to make sure I had one decent one.. Have you seen the varnish yet?. It will look so attractive on your dressing table along with the eye liner from Tom Ford. you will look stunning this Summer with Charlotte Tilbury's easy to put on make up.

There are still masses of sales on in London so whip round to Charlotte Olympia to catch the fabulous shoes, red of course for my new naughty mood.


Lifes a beach handbag.

LAST NIGHT AT THE GENLUX PARTY GIVEN FOR THE NIKKI RICH LABEL

Richie Sambora and Nikki Lund with publicist Sean Borg





Wednesday, 23 July 2014

What is the matter with peoplee.? They really are too much. This is why there are wars.  Press the number in the right sequence and I am an angel, press them in the wrong one, and you ruffle my very ornamental feathers, and you will see something resembling Medusa, only less forgiving. You have to understand peoples foibles. If you have not seen that and you would like to, press enough buttons in the right sequence and I will be spectacular. I just hope you survive, then I can do it to you again.

This week one of my ex boyfriends  thought it clever to take one of my  ex supposed best girlfriends on a Summer beano without considering what I felt.  I don't know who is the most inappropriate in this story, but added together they are absolutely ghastly.  When my ex bgf interfered with my ex husband a few years ago she fed me gossip with selective amnesia.  It is fine when the subject is only about some lipsticks, or how much is that dress, but when people do not consider my feelings, and try my life on like a cheap dress that doesn't suit them, they will find that they have put stains all over it. They think I will not notice when they put it back not the hanger? If she wants to try something on, she should nip down to the Oxfam shop, and pop herself into some dead womans clothes, and hope they won't haunt her.
It is still my dress but I don't want it anymore, and I don't want them to have it either. I would rather give it to a complete stranger who would be grateful for it.
People have deluded fantasies about other peoples lives, which don't exist and the answer I got was "You are mad and crazy and need an institution immediately with a jacket with long sleeves on it, strapped in an horizontal position.
ENVY BY AMANDA ELIASCH AND KAY SAATCHI
CONSTRUCTED BY MICHAEL FLECHTNER

Okay I did throw a lobster at a creative genius once, and I did hit my husband over the head with the air conditioning unit. Since I have a reputation for this,  and much admiration too,  should you press my buttons I will show my teeth.
Any female that thinks that they can be touchy feely with my ex or current bed fellows can be assured  that they will be persona non grata, and I will beat you with other fruits of the forest.

How would they like me to get the rizzlers out and start 'serving up' joints to their many ex's? Having deep and personal conversations, chemically induced intellect with counterfeit charm with their acquisitions?. Of course I will be accused of craziness, over the top lunacy. In fact one of them informs me on a regular basis that I need help, and is in a position to write me a prescription for any potion I might need, so I can become pharmaceutically compliant.
The answer is I should not entrust thoughts and feelings with anyone, just incase they get thrown back in my face at a later date.
You know who you are, both of you.
The real problem is with the new girlfriend who of course is  hiccup not jealous of me...
She wants not responsibility for his life, but she is there to reap the cash rich benefits..he is on his own, well let them all sleep together in their slimy behaviour. One thing we know for sure is that Karma always works..


Sunday, 20 July 2014

How stupid of me to have got caught up in the traffic yesterday, as all the roads in London were closed over the Palestinian problem. How stupid just because I fell in love with a coat at Alexander Mcqueen which I had to have. I swore only two weeks ago that I would no longer shop and there I was at it again.
With all the dramas in the world, I am still  thinking about clothes, which let's face it are a profitable but feckless occupation. I justify it to myself as it is "my world" as the Fashion Editor to Los Angeles's most glamorous magazine Genlux.  I justify the need for wonderful clothes, but then I am reminded by my great friend who I shall call "The street Rabbi" that 4,000 children die a day from bad drinking water, it makes an article in Vogue about another  best friend "copying style", slightly trivial, and my passion for a gold embroidered coat ridiculous. As middle aged woman, however pretty, we should be a little more intelligent? Have a little more empathy, and be more politically aware.


JEWISH FAMILY SHARING LOSS

The balance in the Middle East will never be sorted out, if we are not careful. Lest we forget, the Muslims are misunderstood too, not just the Jewish people in this instance. Let's face it we all do misunderstand each other. The Muslims have honour killings, genital mutilation, killing of homosexuals, worldwide poverty in Third World countries. The women are oppressed, and governments are run by dictatorships, Hezbullah hate Hamas. So before we get completely caught up in the story of "The Wall" surrounding Palestine, we should look openly at the problems that exist. Gaza was a paradise, when the Israelis captured it from Eygpt.  Now in the hands of the Palestinians it is a war zone. Each have different priorities.  It is the same with the inner cities of the world, wherever there are Muslims they have a different set of values than the Christians, and whether we like it or not, they are not naturally considerate to other people sharing their living space, yet the Muslims have ritual bathing, so they are not unclean. They are just different.
Hamas is an illegal terrorist group who do nothing for their own people and turn down truces. Let’s open our eyes and see there is an anti semetic wave going on throughout the white middle classes?. Of course the "Wall" should come down, but remember...
Remember all our inherited wealth came from the developing world, in Victorian England.  It is why England is England, with beautiful buildings. It came from slavery, it came from trade with exotic countries, it came from the raiding of antiquities. 
For those of us that like figures there are approximately 63.3 million Christians in England, 3.3 million Muslims and 270,000 Jews. 
 I am still in love with the gold embroidered coat, but I am also aware in my ditzy or not so ditzy way, the dreadful failings, we have as human beings. Should we be proud about them?. Great Britain has allowed foreign arms dealers to  buy houses. and make the deals of the mega rich?   Should we allow these tax exiles, to live without a tax, so that they prop up our property market and economy? London has become the home of the rich escapees, the blood money which in turn sponsors  the art world, the galleries, the music and so on, making it acceptable.  On another note, lest we forget, Jews are leaving Paris in vast numbers, as the bombs explode. 
We should remember the crusades and the damage caused by our religious wars hundreds of years ago. Stalin, Mao and Hitler killed millions of people.
As a Christian, I am fully aware that the Jews were bullied and harassed for thousands of years, tortured and thrown into camps. Any human being would wish that this did not happen. That they did not feel the need for a  Jewish State. The behaviour of others towards them has made them feel the need of a homeland. Who can blame them?. The families before them would have loved to have stayed in their original homes in Russia and Germany, but they were displaced, and the need for a single supposedly safe state became a political necessity. The British at the time thought they had done the right thing I am sure. The English middles classes in their relatively safe country houses will never fully understand what it is like  to arrive in a country with no money, and no understanding of the language, not understanding another countries ways, habits and religion.
 Tel aviv in Israel is lest we forget  a gay centre, whereas in Gaza, Palestine, not very far away it is illegal.  Why are we not marching against the arranged marriages of teenage girls in Hamas controlled Gaza?. Why are we not marching against the killings of homosexuals.
To start again.
The Vogue article is written by a friend in the August issue. I wish she had not felt the necessity to write it, it is horrid about a mutual best friend that we share. I wrote to the girl yesterday and said "What on earth made you write this article?" she wrote back and said "She was inspired by my play" Such petty banter when a girl at this very moment is being chopped up or beaten in another part of the world.  Couldn't Vogue be a little more intelligent than to fall for the aggression of an Editor towards another human being, who like her is just trying to get through life? We should be sisters, we need our friends. It seems very low on my list of priorities, but this is where bullying first starts, and must be addressed. The press like to be unnecessarily unkind and often it starts with the journalist.


MOTHERLESS PALESTINIAN CHILDREN


Why is it necessary to write cattily about anyone? Especially by a best friend of a best friend? My friend is the sort of "perfect" woman, a Bree. When she was young she looked ravishing in Chanel.  Pale Blue of course, or pink. She was the girl who got the flowers from men, she was the girl that was loved and I was very much a second choice.  I could have been jealous, but I never was. I admired her. My friend could make perfect Christmas Puddings, perfect roast Chicken and my ex husband and I loved her, we still do. Which is why in this article I intend to stick up for her.  She is the sort of wife every man would want, perfect hair, perfect children, pretty children, clever children, pretty decorator.  I am happy for her.
This is not the fashion desk of British Vogue, or the war zone correspondent at the Times, but opinion is opinion. The article should not have been written. Copying is a form of flattery. Names, places, clothes. I love sharing, so do not have an ego in this direction. We are all influenced by friends. 
Today my street Rabbi wrote and said the gaza problem was a small problem,  a minor problem for all parties involved.  However as the dead are being buried in cement graves in front and behind the walls, I am sure for the families, this war feels monumental. As does, the two thousand word article about my wonderful pal, as she realizes that she has been torn apart in Hanover Square for a series of very ordinary supposed misdemeanours.
Twenty thousand people marched yesterday with offensive signs against Israel.  However, as I write thousands are being killed in Iraq, Shia versus Sunni. Houses and antiquitites stolen. Families destroyed. Friends torn apart. We must realise that there is a percentage of the population who will be driven by conflict. It is a genetic thing.  

Think about Abramovich, who owns Chelsea Football Club, who is friends with Putin, Russia shot down a plane yesterday as we all know. The bodies of children have been decomposing in the bloody fields of the Ukraine, which for hundreds years have been the killing fields of religious wars, Christians, Muslims alike. Now this was of course was probably a ghastly accident. But it is a chain. There are slaves in this country, there are honour killings, etc etc, in this country. The arms dealers who sell to all sides. We have incredible poverty, why do we not march for that?
Every time you do something cruel, small or large to a friend, the karma will pay you back. As the editor laughs at the torment she has caused, something will happen to her when she least expects it. When I left drama school the head said to me "Amanda, show you shining self and you will get everywhere, but show your bolshy side and you will get nowhere"
In the meantime I fully admit to copying my perfect friend's idea on Chanel jackets, she introduced me to White collars and cuffs, and I still love them after all this time.
The bible says when you are hit you should "Turn the other cheek, but probably the other one  has a bruise on it too. This is the time to do just that, and think about important issues at stake not the petty and unnecessary.  Let’s consider the propaganda we are being fed. Let's try and make a change by starting in our own back yard.


Wednesday, 16 July 2014

I could start the blog today about the furious fighting between the Middle East in all its sectors. Nobody in my opinion is right and the only people happy in this story are the gun runners probably sunning themselves in some Gin Palace on the Riviera, while the worker bee terrorists are busy killing  each other. Every Summer when I book my ticket to Lebanon, to see the land of my birth, something stops me. Is it the heat? What is it? I think everybody believes themselves to be right. When you harm someone else in any shape of form, in whatever you do, you are no longer right. This week I had to go through another type of war, a war in the toy box, "boys with their toys" it used to be about a villa now it is about an hotel. Never mind, somebody stealing your time is theft, but that is another matter, so I shall talk about couture.

 I went to Paris, which is one of my most favourite cities in the world. It is where I fell in love twice  in my beautiful flat that once belonged to Tamara de Lempicka and which I lovingly restored. I adored my bedroom there, cream silk with black lace. Truly I wish I had kept it.

I shall talk about my highlights of last weeks shows. Couture is a matter of extravagance and eccentricity for me. My top three designers were the following.  I loved the Shiaparelli Collection by Marco Zanini a collection, that I found the most  mystical and flamboyant, the look of Marlene Dietrich entering the party as a secret spy.  Clothes I wanted to wear. Clothes I dream of. The glamour of an age we need to bring back. A central park squirrel, the sequins, the stories of Simone de Beauvoir struck a chord. Yes I wanted every piece. Stephen Jones's hats were perfect and I shall be knocking on his door for this particular beret. However you cannot buy style you create it from thrift shops, from the back of your wardrobe, by using eccentric pieces. So you can all get the look and idea without leaving your bank balance empty.


I long for days of unusual occurrences.  There is only Karl Lagerfeld left for this. Although I hated the pudgy making shorts under skirts with flat shoes and spiky hair, he was ahead and he created fabulous modern looks. I loved them, I thought about them, I won't wear them, yet I liked and hated them. Let's be honest he is the most contemporary man alive pushing the boundaries of  what we wish to wear as a woman.
Short and fat he made hip this season. Yet his wedding dress was truly what I desire, if I was ever to tread those boards again I will beg him to dress me.





My old friend Giambattista Valle made me feel that his clothes were already on the yachts of Southern Italy, with a young voluptuous  Sofia Loren wardrobe. His collection was sexy 1950's brought up to the minute. It had a demure factor also.Yes he has the "IT" factor.
Yes he is now, and yes I wanted so many pieces. I loved the horizontal stripes.

Wearable clothes with a twist. I loved the shine the see through, the elegance.

I wanted this skirt.
I loved it.

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