Tuesday, 22 April 2014


Sunday, 20 April 2014

Sometimes you have to make yourself do things that you would normally not do. It can shift your life and make it vibrant.
I decided to go to Coachella, really my idea of hell. Loud electronic music, crowds of people, late nights, all for a subject I do not care about.  I can have pre conceived ideas that are totally wrong, but I couldn't miss an adventure, so I decided to put my feet in deep water.  With this in mind I arranged to go with a good friend. She was much more enthusiastic than I was in the beginning.  I felt I was about to go up for a dog show and win best in breed. Coachella had a feeling of a dog show in England. Huge stands all separate from each other, with different types of music  which miraculously did not interfere with the next door neighbours noise.
I wore long. I thought it would go from being too hot to too cold. I was right. I took a pair of tights in my bag and wore them. Last week in New York I bought a long dress from Norma Kamali which I loved and along with a Rick Owens fur I was warm yet cool when I needed to be. I had my hair in tight  curls which lasted all week end, with my Robert Clergerie shoes I felt no pain.Flower power crossed with a witches hat was all the rage at Coachella combined with pixie boots, butterflies, frayed shorts and round glasses.. I was in for a surprise it was incredible fun.

I read through the pocket book and discovered I actually new a few people performing. This made it all the more exciting. Nicole Moudaber, The Petshop Boys, Bryan Ferry, and I learnt a whole lot of new names and listened to music from MGMT, Queens of the  Stone Age,  Mugwai who totally made my whole week end.  This is the point in life, I must always stretch myself, and  in turn it produced a truly exhilarating two days that I will always treasure. I loved listening to beat of the music, totally alien to me, to join in the fun.
I bounced into bed last night, happy to relax into a deep sleep.
P.S I now know who Outkast is.



Friday, 18 April 2014


http://thegunthecakeandthebutterfly.com/trailer/
Amanda Eliasch requests the pleasure of your company to celebrate her new artistic creation. Please join us as she pulls the skeletons out of her closet, dresses them in designer couture, and parades them down the catwalk of her glamorous and mesmerizing life.
WHAT: The award winning controversial film written and directed by Amanda Eliasch, The Gun, The Cake and The Butterfly, will screen exclusively as part of Brit Week’s annual series of events that highlights the creative relationship between the UK and US. Brit Week runs April 21st to May 4th in Los Angeles.
The worlds of opera, fashion, poetry and art intertwine in The Gun, The Cake and The Butterfly. Directed by writer, photographer and fashion editor Amanda Eliasch; this beautifully executed self- portrayal transports us into an unfiltered mind, heart and bed of hauntingly honest and vulnerable Amanda. Along the twisted, sensual path of her life, Amanda weaves through the loss of innocence and her tragic childhood, into the beguiling world of love and sex in a privileged circle of influential figures. Born in Beirut to an erudite family of film directors and literary minds, Amanda’s fascinating life journey includes forgiven husbands, forgotten lovers and the ever-thrilling excitement of meeting a riveting mind that might one day match hers.
WHO: Director Amanda Eliasch will be joined by cast, celebs and Brit Week VIP’s.
DETAILS: Monday, April 28th Arclight Cinemas Hollywood - 6360 West Sunset Blvd 6:00pm – Red Carpet Arrivals
7:30pm – Screening
9:00 pm – Cocktail Reception (for screening attendees only)

RSVP: Events@indie-pr.com
PUBLICITY: Linda Brown / Indie PR / (818.753.0700), Linda@indie-pr.com Press inquiries only
 page1image15368 page1image15848 page1image16008
4370 Tujunga Ave., Suite #105 Studio City, CA 91604, 818.753.0700, Linda@indie-pr.com 

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Monday, 14 April 2014

With a full moon the world tends to go upside down, so with that in mind I got out my recipe for a sage spring clean. It was not the easiest of days, but all days cannot be as beautiful, or I would find it tricky to appreciate the truly truly beautiful. Slitting my wrists is not an option so I have to be brave if old dirt is picked up by  lazy  press yet again.  Luckily Zoe Moon warned us this week that there could be upheaval.
Why journalists, choose to make me interesting attached to someone else is unbelievable when the stories are ten years old. They of course cannot write that someone is actually happy, on the front cover of two magazine in Hollywood,  having won several film festivals. Of course their writing is just a reflection of their lives, not anybody else's. Truth is I am well, touch wood, clean and serene, as per usual. I could send a press release, but why bother?

I am very happy and people just cannot stand merry sunshine. I think when they see someone smiling, they feel it is time to remove it.
My film is doing well, I love where I live, and have new art projects on the go. The comments are written by people who get off on being especially unkind are not for me. I wish the journalists well and my family too.  That is who the press truly hurt, not me.
So what are the ten things you should do when feeling fragile.

1. Turn off your telephone, it is essential.
2. Take a Kundalini Yoga class with Normandie Keith and chant at Golden Bridge..
3. Go to the wonderful Canyon Grocery shop where  Mama Cass lived in the basement and Jim Morrison lived in Love Street, next door. The place is steeped in mystery and I want to know more. I am taken downstairs to check the street exit. This is a place to visit when you arrive in Los Angeles and want to do something truly authentic, and listen "She lives in Love Street".



4. Go to the church on Fairfax where Elizabeth Taylor married and pray.
5.  Discover the best art  in Los Angeles.
6.  Plan a week end at the Coachella Festival.
7.  Become friends with the ever smiling Derek Blasberg, and if needs be learn some manners from his Cat Video..
8.. Dare to go an knock on Werner Herzhog's door and beg for wisdom for the jungle.
9. If you really need a relook demand a shoot with Mert and Marcus.
10. Get a Samsung notebook 3 and start your instagram life in style.


Saturday, 12 April 2014

I dislike the word "rock" but shall use it, as have to stay in tune with my younger generation of friends. They adore sayings like "no worries" "that rocks" "at the end of the day" "you know what I mean"
"like" and worst of all  "selfie". I shall hang onto punctuation like my son, Charles, hangs onto 18th Century opera.
Fashion this week end in Coachella "rocked" outside The Beverly Hills Hotel, Whole Foods and The Chateau Marmont, heaven knows what it looked like at the "end of the day" so "no worries" you had better take that "selfie" early on, as on line they will let you know whether "they" "like it" or not. Forgive punctuation as I don't think there is any, anymore, just dots and an emoji if they really like you. That is what to expect from somebody you really admire, two dots and a bracket, an alien or a sun with a smile on it.
I have visited Fred Segals on Melrose and Reformation for that rock/chic/casual style for next week end. I could not go to Coachella this week end. I have guests who are lots of fun and I do not feel I am Cinderella.

Amanda Rocking spanx in high heels with Rick Owens jacket and cat eyes at  Wholefoods.
Olivia Dehavilland, Alice Dawson, Mary Charteris and Poppy Delevingne.
Andy Wang glasses, Rick Owens jacket with Miss Alice in Her Palace, at the Chateau.

Alice Naylor Leyland, Mary Charteris, Olivia Buckingham, Amanda Eliasch in her black matt customised mustang.


Here I am trying to keep up. I suppose I should mention how I know them. I am the adopted God Mother to Alice Naylor Leyland, and I went to school with Poppy Delevingne's mother when I was seven years old. Pandora stopped a girl beating me up on a regular basis. She cannot remember this, but of course I do.
The girls looked so pretty in floral and white dresses. Alice changed at least three times, from a white dress, to the yellow, to a pair of floral shorts. Tired but pretty they left me in Hollywood with smiling faces, for their week end ahead at the Rock Festival. Poppy was dashing around auditioning and flying by helicopter, instead of driving for two hours,  to the popular musical festival after yet another hen night. The other girls were exhausted and took refuge at my house here.

It has been a good week. I made my second magazine cover in one year thanks to my friend Sean Borg who negotiated it. He now understands the meaning of coup de foudre which sadly my realtors have not experienced.  Genlux has beautifully produced this months magazine and included me on the cover for Britweek with six pages inside. I am lucky and know now how it could feel to be a model. Stunningly produced by Stephen Kamifugi I am thrilled with the results, Maxfields, my favourite shop leant me the clothes I love to wear, along with Gregory's. Check out their shoes at Fred Segals.
I also have spent a good deal of time in the kitchen and Whole Foods. My friend Catherine Vanazzi wrote about my healthy eating from Brazil. Not a goody goody naturally.

I am proud and happy to be included in Britweek's special issue. I am showing my film that I directed, The gun the cake and the butterfly on the 28th April for those that would like to see it at the Arclight.
Events@indie-pr.com

I have been stirring the pot for my good friend  and creative genius Pablo Ganguli, the brilliant force behind Liberatum. He is  entertaining, and he has managed to create fascinating evenings, small versions of what he is really good at, putting intellectual creatives together to make music, putting people together that would not normally meet, to talk art, fashion and corruption, peppered with laughter, music and culture of the day. Brilliant photographers Mert and Marcus popped in last night, Mert played the piano beautifully.  Two nights ago, we had witty conversation with Brett Easton Ellis about the life and crimes of Hollywood.
Mert Playing on my pink piano.
Lara Stone looking wonderful with a red heart hat. Met and Marcus's stunning photographs.


It's seriously good to be here in Los Angeles with such a force of nature.




Thursday, 10 April 2014

Why is anyone surprised that a teenager could be violent today?  They are fed a diet of violent films, anti depressants, video games where they can kill whole towns.  The teens are unable to watch anything of value. There is so much stress for them to succeed, the talk of money and honey, the talk of lust, why is anyone surprised? Street drugs, alcohol, knives, guns are fully available, the value of the family is diminished.
There is little or no talk of religion, children have no ability to understand or endure difficult times. No morals, we should all go back to the basics. I saw a girl on the street the other day, a tramp, a beautiful girl, I gave here ten dollars. I asked her what had happened and she said "I had no plan B"

When you learn to live with nature, learn the names of trees, flowers, how to grow potatoes you can see the value and good things for a happy life.  Many of the children of today do not  know how to make bread let alone bake a cake, cook or even dress properly.

Exercise has slipped off the curriculum, as has the positive side of family gatherings.  We are all responsible for this but we have the power to change everything.
Let's start all taking responsibility for misfits in society who cannot cope and lash out in this way. It could after all be one of us.



Tuesday, 8 April 2014

The loan shark is a terrible thing. "Do not borrow money" has always been my motto.  If I cannot afford it I will not buy it.  There is a lot of money to be made on peoples misery paying back debt. They are not called "Loan Dolphins" but "Loan Sharks". They devour you and gobble you up.  Nobody would use a "Loan Dolphin" after all.  What they threaten to do if you can't repay them make people commit suicide over these sort of things.  If nobody went to them they would go out of business.
Money doesn't come out of a box like cornflakes, they are not stars from heaven. It is Shylock  from the Merchant of Venice. He wanted to have his pound of flesh. The unpleasant attitude you get when you say "No" makes the smile disappears quickly. "You have wasted my time, I shall make you feel like the bad person"
Remember to understand "Put options" "Compound interest" Even if you think you are poor you need to understand the small print. It is no fun having no money but it is better than having minus money, and you have no money to go bankrupt.  That costs too. I have chosen not to be shafted.
Every other advert on television is about Amigo loans and Wonga.com. Nice old ladies, old Auntie Edie lending you the money. Also if you cannot pay on the day you get compound interest it goes up and up and up. Beware puppets bearing gifts.
I saw a very pretty tramp the other day in Los Angeles, I gave her 10 dollars,  I asked "What had gone wrong?", and she said she did not have a plan B" You need in life plan B, C and D. Develop a thicker skin.

What mortgages, are really are professional thieves with fake teeth. It is the devil. It is appealing to peoples greed. I stopped doing credit cards, because of this.  If I don't have the money it doesn't come out. Yes you have a 25 year old debt round your neck. It never appealed to me. It is an illusion. I think the whole world needs to be a lot happier with a lot less.

Pay day loans are mostly taken by people on the dole.  People cannot ever get out of this terrible circle. You get beaten up if you don't pay up on time. The misery people go through for not even great shoes.
I do not care what people think, I will not do it.
If you go and steal the loan shark doesn't give a damn he just wants his cash on time. Some don't mind you defaulting as you go into compound interest.
I am not borrowing money to pay back another loan. There is no point in blaming the shylock character for lending you money, you don't need the latest plasma screen, you don't need the latest car or computer, you do need peace of mind and a giggle.
This Christmas I am buying everybody a piggy bank and telling them to start put a little in it every day, when you really want something smash it and see if you have enough.
We don't need to buy somebody's friendship, or outshine somebody else. You don't have to keep up with the "Jones's"
I am going fishing, but not for canned tuna, I am not swimming in shark infested waters, despite the white fakes smiles.  a coffee or two, or  fake oscar winning love,  I love myself enough not to get into debt to buy a shinier counterfeit version.




Monday, 7 April 2014

My top ten beauty products  which are delicious this month, believe it or not they have changed.
I have found some incredible things.


1.  Rodin by Recine, is an oil found at Barney. A tiny bit improves the quality of hair and makes it shine.
I love it.
2.  High Mountain Taiwanese calming oolong tea. Calming, which claims to make us skinny and keep us merry by Norma Kamali.
3.  Aqua di Colonia, Maria Novella, a scent called Mugetto is guaranteed to appeal for those that love the smell of flowers
4.  YSL Terre Saharienne bronzing powder I love. I try the rest but come back to this.
5.  Tom Ford eye and cheek compact called Unabashed. Wonderful in a white container.
6.  Revlon Colour Burst bright red really works. Number 240.
7.  Eyebrow pencils by the brown gal.
8.  Mac Lipstick Candy yum yum for those brave brave girls that like pink.
9.  Ice breakers for keeping your breath fresh as a daisy.
10. Elemis moisturising lip balm.

Sunday, 6 April 2014

I listen to my children and when my son Jack, bought me some mood altering vitamins I thought it was time to muck out my stable. I think we all need this sometimes.
I don't want to bang on about being some sort of do gooder, but two weeks on my own have felt great.  I  like to travel with an entourage, so it was an experience, being on my own, that I had always dreaded, feeling free from what felt like stones on my back.  I like to be an individual, but with so many things hanging off me, I feel like everybody else.
I have problems like everybody on the planet, they are mostly petty, but I am often told "If you can't be happy nobody can be."
I like the idea of swinging from being a clown to deep intellectual melancholia.
I love most people in my life, but sometimes I am tied to people for the wrong reasons. Everything must be balanced to be harmonious. Of course I am the first person to realise I love drama and masses of ups and downs, but my body can't take it anymore, it gives me spasms down my spine rather like stones in my kidneys.  So Jack my son was right when he tried to cure this.

I like to be in control, it is a relief to let go and do something I would not normally do. Hopefully it will not lead me up the garden path as it did last year when I met a conman off match.com. Honestly I think these sites need to come with guaranteed references?. I was looking for the love of my life, and they were looking for cash or something I was allowing myself to be warmed up for.

I have always believed in the wedding dress and living in a couple. I am a pigeon.  I still do, however the next person I have in my life has to be a balanced, a loving friendship, adult with no motive other than to care for another person that I love to be with.

I have been listening to the Arianna Huffington meditation everyday for a week and it is working. Also a wonderful book called Mindfulness which is supposed to make you happy in this frantic world.

Happiness is visiting the butterfly garden in the National History museum  in New York. Actually simple things that I have taken for granted. Beautiful delicate butterflies landing on a finger, brought a smile to my face. Gorgeous colours, green and blue, totally stunning.   A walk in Central Park and lunch at  Cipriani with someone I like. It was a lovely day. Such human experiences keep me happy, like meeting people on trains and planes. They are always are so much more interesting than at a party. You are thrown next to a person that you might not normally meet. I like this.

Clean escapades, with a little naughtiness.  I stress the word clean, because anything I do that brings unhappiness to someone else is not positive. Of course like everybody on the planet I can be guilty of that.

I am trying to sell my house before Easter, not lose my cool when I move to another one. This would normally have me sitting on the bottom step with palpitations. I have moving down to a fine art. I feel good about it. So with my new vitamins and healthy living, life should be one hell of a ball.


Wednesday, 2 April 2014

I have made myself get over one or two phobias, not rats or conmen, but driving, and living on my own. Anyway, what intelligent blonde would want someone in their bed who had to receive two thousand pounds to be there? Who would want a room full of rats running around the floor? Of course they are phobias too, but luckily not in my view at the moment.
I decided to get into my fabulous mustang and drive one and a half hours outside Los Angeles. Here I fell in love in Palm Springs, not with pension plans, but with the mountains. The air, and the mid century furniture were not bad either. I am on my journey to meet the love of my life, a dude on an Harley Davidson who is offering to take me for dinner and a whole lot more.


I found a fantastic house where I imagined entertaining Elvis. He had lived on the street. I am saying little about it.

This is the real Hollywood of old. Kirk Douglas, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Elizabeth Taylor, you could imagine her floating in a caftan down the very glamorous steps of the house I love, into a kidney shaped swimming pool. Leonardo dicaprio and more and more people are escaping Los Angeles into the desert and despite its peaceful appearance,  it is becoming the social hub of California at the week ends.
Coachella the rock festival, people who have a passion for fine mid century furniture,  mid century houses, Palm Dessert Tennis Tournament, and the Palm Springs Film Festival are all flocking there. Of course there are stunning golf courses, old peoples homes, a brilliant museum, delicious food and Saks. I bought a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes which made me tall enough to compete with any top model.

I was meeting one or two friends there.  One an old friend Sean Borg once did my press for a photographic show in Central London, and got crowds of children peeping through the window at it, the show was a sell out. He has the ability to sell.

Wearing a Ghost long dress with Rick Owens fur with my Pomellato ring, and Andy Wang Glasses

I stayed at the Parker with a girl friend and was thankful that she was as enthusiastic. The Parker is a lively hotel for the rocking chic. Not a geriatric on the place. It was merry with children and mothers day posies. Even if there had been I love the old and young, the more people the better. I also liked the early morning feeling of this place, its serenity.
I arrived back in Los Angeles having driven the whole distance rather pleased with myself, and realising phobias are just that. I walked into my house and found flowers that truly finished off a wonderful week end. My sons are incredible. They had not forgotten Mothers Day, and I am truly blessed.
I once went to a spooky woman who said I was on the planet to help my sons spread their wings and be as interesting as they should be. I think they are on the planet to confirm my belief that men are wonderful as long as you don't have to pay for their Jimmy Choos.

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Fortnums, Selfridges and Harrods reminds me of my childhood. I remember the food halls, vast and stunningly arranged with towering flower arrangements. My grandmother had a saying "You can buy it anywhere, Fortnum's, Harrod's, Selfridge's anywhere" I have been fighting this inherited  DNA.  I used to dream of castles , I used to dream of being a Princess, I have done my best to achieve this childhood wish.  I used to sit at school thinking why on earth was I there?
From the barren land of the Wiltshire Downs to the wildness of London. Biba, Way in, I always loved clothes. At the time I could whip up a skirt in an afternoon, but there was nothing like Biba. I knew I had to leave the country from a young girl..
Although I was not rich, my grandmother was. Squirrel had so many pairs of shoes by Raynes. She loved them. Squirrel was a hoarder of food, unusual items, beautiful 1950's paintings and I remember the village tut tutting when she painted her bedroom gold and peach. Squirrel was born to a cabinet maker in Bath and with a talent for piano and a great pair of legs she married my Grandfather, son of the Editor of the Evening Standard , Sidney Gilliat, a writer, film producer, and director.  She gave 'salons' of culture and while she practised I lay under her piano. Squirrel supported the arts, The London Mozart players. The pair of them were obsessed by opera which my son Charles has inherited. My mother was an opera singer, but because of giving birth to me she taught in the local schools in Wiltshire.
I grew up being pushed in a pram.  My aunt and Mother saying "Marry a millionaire, fall in love with one though, never marry for money" I followed their direction.  I was ambitious, I did not have a full on father, he was busy writing at the Foreign desk of The Daily Mail.


Tonight I went to Fortnums,  to congratulate another friendly blogger Miss Alice in her Palace, Alice Naylor Leyland. She celebrates everything British, affordable and pretty.  Her ideas, her talent.  Alice, I have known since she was born. She popped out perfect. . She was of course a huge fan of mine. She chose me to be her godmother, despite her mother thinking I was totally unsuitable. Her mother Serena is perfect too, making stunning cuffs that can make any black dress look a little different. Talented in the home, she cooks delicious Christmas cakes in October and creates the number one roast chicken in the world. Some friends you just have to see, and thousands of memories flood back. Tonight I went back to my past. Everybody is pretty round Alice, there is Poppy, Mary, Chloe and co.  In the famous pale blue surroundings with large vases of blossom, all was so F and M tasteful. Afterwards there was a dinner at Annabels a wonderful club.  I swear you can smell the country air in the centre of London.

Yesterday I went to the best club in London. 5 Hertford Street. It is one of the most interesting night places in London. Robin Birley son of Mark Birley, has perfected the word "Class" The men are gorgeous, the girls are gorgeous.

I once shared the dark room with his wife Lucy, ex wife of Bryan Ferry. They also love whippets and lurchers, my favourite dogs. As a child I used to sleep with one every night.

I  enjoyed seeing  food in wicker baskets, marmite bottles with silver lids, stunning pots of real marmalade, where the doormen open doors for you in livery and in the middle of it all,  a perfect fairy, Miss Alice in her Palace.

Wednesday, 26 March 2014


Sunday, 23 March 2014

I was always taught that
to give was to be good
I gave and people took
they did not love me
more, their grabbing ways
grabbing more and more,
became grabbing rather than
me giving.
I wanted to give with
love but soon I became
am accountant
but I wanted to be good
and to give
The giving  took over,
when I asked for things in
return
I was rudely thrown my keys
back in my face,
When I gave an idea away
a friend went to dinner
with some friends
and left me behind alone
to deal with my loneliness
I was told not to give
I was told it put pressure on
another person
I received hate mail
I was not longer loved
instead measured and deceived
as I gave.
So I put on my lipstick and some
dancing shoes
and walked into the sunshine of
my new life
shutting my purse tight
and smiled to myself with my new
found thoughts.
I shall not give
and give and give
and then hate.

Saturday, 22 March 2014

Should people stay longer than they wish to, at anything nowadays, that is a question? I like my friends to be able to come and go at anything I do, be it film or art, or even a party.  I think then they are happy.

Anyway I am still saving or trying to save EARL's Court from destruction. I think differently about the site than the developer's or even the residences. I see no problem in re development of sites that are unattractive but do see a problem in destroying work of reputable architects. C.Howard Crane, built Detroit.  For very little money at the time, he built Earl's Court,  a conference centre, which has catered to over 40,000 people at a time for many years, feeding central London.  I would agree that the shops in the area and some of the buildings are not attractive. I can see that it is valuable land to build on, we are short of properties. However, to replace this would be a crying shame for all those living in the area.  Who would buy the properties, are there going to be charitable trusts to rehouse people, who cannot afford properties?. Will they go to original occupiers? Or, are they going to go to investors from abroad?
After all disruption will last for at least 15 years. We should know exactly what is going to happen with clarity and honesty and be part of the programme? I am a huge advocate of contemporary architecture when it is done well, I love it, and am not keen on Edwardian architecture, red brick and dull. However, some people are, and we should give them the respect, and help them fight. Some buildings should go, but not this one. Could we not keep the facade, working around a greater architect's previous work?
This painting done by Duggie Fields, artist and creator, has been fighting for months to save it. Please see the building with new eyes. It will have some tall building made of glass shortly if we do not fight to save it.


Tuesday, 18 March 2014

L'Wren Scott elegant, glamorous, towering over everybody. Talented yet clearly tormented by massive debts.  Hanging herself with a black silk scarf has definitely shocked the world of fashion and celebrity. There was talk of a rocky relationship with Mick and her stylish 2014 collection not being  shown in February as it was incomplete and late.  My thoughts are with her family and close friends at this time. I loved her long narrow dresses, difficult to wear, but they suited my image. They had a very structured feel to them. Uncomfortable but elegant, they probably reflected her character. With a pedigree of dressing Madonna and Jennifer Lopez, and designing for the film "Eyes wide shut" it looked like the world was her oyster. However, living a love story with a number one man on the planet, who is on tour, can't have been easy, and owing money to a bank a nightmare.  It is a sad day in the fashion industry, another imaginative designer lost.  May her soul rest in peace.



Clarissa Dickson Wright also dying yesterday was sad. I loved her duo on a bike, her love of fat, cream and wit. Her fast paced upper class speech was copied through my household. My family loved her, teasing ways. "Just add a lot of butter and everything will taste good". She did four series with BBC 2 with her partner, the late Jennifer Paterson. The non politically correct  attitude was appreciated throughout Great Britain as they took it by storm.
Rest in peace, they gave us, together, "such a jolly old time".
England at it's best.

Saturday, 15 March 2014

Generally I do not think about beauty products, I just go into my cupboard and grab what is there. The other day I was asked by Stephen Kamifuji from Genlux Magazine, where I work as Fashion Editor, my favourite beauty products. I found it difficult to answer. It is a fait accompli that I am in love with Dr Jean Louis Sebagh's products. After all I remain pretty loyal to my old boyfriends.  So I went to the cupboard and did a little test. I closed my eyes and from memory gently took ten items from it. These are what I naturally went for. No lies, just tried and tested products that I know work.

1. Dr Sebagh Supreme Neck Lift.
I suppose it is cream for the neck, but I use it everywhere, elbows, neck and face. Pale pink it smells delicious. I delve my fingers into the pot and spread it lavishly. If you cannot afford it never fear Jean Louis about twelve years ago worked on a brilliant cheaper range, called Meaningful Beauty with Cindy Crawford, super model and friend. I had a liaison with him for about 11 years and became as expert as you possibly can be when you are a girlfriend. He worked hard to find easy ways for men and woman to remain youthful.  Of course beauty was not for me long term, I am more interested in music art and theatre, but my love for this mans products remains undimmed.

2. Anti perpirant by Nivea, to stop perspiration.  I use this everywhere. I hate any form of perspiration, natural aromas, anything at all animal is a no no for me. 

3. Nivea Express Hydration I love using this  all over my body. Anywhere which feels dry.

4. I use Elemis Apricot soothing Toner, easy to use and also smells reasonably delicious.

5. Rose de Vie, a serum which is delicious, heals and replenishes dry skin, Good for anything depending on your pocket.

6. I love the Cowshed oils for relaxation in the bath or for sex, or for a present. The one I use most is  called the Horny Cow, seems appropriate. For a good smell in the house use Floris products, Stephanotis smells the whole house out.

7. Hand cream is essential over the age of 7.  I personally love the one by Library of flowers. Which claims it has seeds to feed the imagination.
My hands feel soft and supple.

8. The scent I love is by Hermes called Caleche, it smells of my mother, of Paris, of my love affairs. A time past. It feels ancient like the bottom of scented chest of drawers in a spare room.

9. The other scent I love is guaranteed to be asked about is Lime Basil and Mandarin by Jo Malone.  Men go wild about this smell so clean it guarantees a comment or two.

10. Hydrating cream masque by Caudalie. I went to stay in this spa once. I actually do not like spas but I was happy to try their products. I find spas generally depressing places.

Remember my age I will have dryer skin so perhaps be careful of the creams I choose. I need masses. Also  beauty comes from inside, a bit corny, but happiness shows on the face. Keep smiling.
Jean Louis has an incredible acne clearer too.. careful serums for bad skin, so every age has different recipes.

Thursday, 13 March 2014


I love Wendy Mayer's realistic work, she is an artist from Wales who received a first class degree, and it shows. Today I opened a parcel that arrived with a wonderful baby wrapped in a brown suitcase. Stunning, spookily real, I am happy.  I have a new piece of artwork. I first saw her work at The Saatchi Gallery in Kings Road and then was advised to buy it. I had a coup de foudre over this beautiful piece.
Spring is here, and the Magnolia trees are about to bloom all over Chelsea.
Stunning as I walked to the Serpentine Gallery with my friend Vince DeMaar an artist with a typically superior mind. I bought Catcher in the Rye and was told it was a depressing book, that  it would make me bitter. Never mind I shall read it. I then saw the Haim Steinbach show "Once again the World is Flat"
Ordinary objects turned to art.

I have talked non stop about the show despite not really liking it. Yet I did, he showed that ordinary is interesting. Ordinary objects make you think when made into art. I thought about the show all day and discussed it at length. 
I also am thinking about authentic love and whether it exists?
Discovering again what real love is.  I bought my second volume of Andy Warhol's book on Philosophy from A to B and Back Again. I opened it and the first page I see is, B "Is anybody who helps me kill time  and B is anybody because I can't be alone, Except when I am asleep, Then I can't be with anybody.

I glance up and see The Albert Hall and realised how unlucky Andy Warhol wa,s despite his fame and success he was lonely although he had acknowledgement. Queen Victoria as we all know found passion and love, and built from it, leaving grandeur so it was remembered. Her passion for Prince Albert is unsurpassed. 
I was told by an ex lover once that when I am in love I could swim the Atlantic, true. I once flew to Conneticut to see the love of my life, I just went on a whim. I did not know where I was going but landed in the right place. Was it love? It was sex mixed with passion and I had rose tinted glasses on.
"Should we walk? It's really beautiful out" B said No, and A said "Okay"  Andy Warhol.
Anyway it was a beautiful hot sunny day in rainy old England and I had a sleeveless dress on.
Now back to work on Pyxit.com my site that will keep memories everlasting and I can store the best of Andy Warhol.
This evening I discovered the work of Hugo Guinness and his wife Elliott Puckette at a private dinner.  I am sure everybody knows, but they were wonderful.


Sunday, 9 March 2014

What is this need in people to be interested in fame?. Fame is not the same as a celebrity, a celebrity is not a star. The stars of their time will always be stars, look at Marilyn Monroe, Rita Hayworth, Lana Turner.
What is celebrity exactly? People are interested in other people, they need to know. The wish to dream away their lives through the whims of the rich and famous.
How much does happiness cost? It's the mistake everybody makes.. If you have to buy it, you don't want it. All you need is a ready smile and a pair on high heals, and the costume from The postman rings twice, You cannot travel to Heaven with it.
It does n't matter who you are but you know nowadays you are a Hollywood star when you are paid to wear the diamonds, yesterday I fell in love with an incredible diamond necklace in Van Cleef on North Rodeo Drive, in fact I fell in love with a lot of jewellery yesterday.  Simple and beautiful with  two clusters of flowers.  I loved them but if I have to buy them, then I am not a star, a wife or a mistress, and I intend to be all three. Jewellers have a charm that is hard to match, flowers come to the door, champagne comes with a letter. It is my first experience of this in Hollywood. I have bought five houses, received not even so much as a bouquet of flowers, so I know what it is all about, and I am happy to be warmed up. Charming chat is so much better.


I thought I was out of my depth until I realised Hollywood has depth in exactly the same way as the rest of the world. The reason I felt giddy was because I was standing on the top. The Hollywood sign is in the hills so nobody can reach it. If you are not like the people, hard, shiny and thin you won't get anywhere.. If you want to know what is it like being in Hollywood, just imagine being strapped on the top of a runaway lorry, fast exciting and nobody knows where it is going.
I like Shirley Temple's advice who said "Start early if you wish to get the achievement award"
and as we all knowI am not  old yet, that's months away but I would like an achievement award.
Let's be fair you pay me to wear the diamonds and I will get the pizza.

Things flash by
Reminding me of you
A nose, a look,
You were the only person
I truly loved
The world goes round
I feel I am  
dazed
Men come and go
I smile, I nod,
I am polite
But do not care
I am dead
Dead to the world
Of romance
I move I shuffle
I apologize for still caring
You owe me nothing
And you love elsewhere
As you should
I would never wish
That I had not met you
One day on a sunny
Train
Although you have love
And obligations elsewhere
I try to find peace
I try to awake
Some feeling that is
Supposedly over
I need to be ravished under
The moon
But do not need the pain
With pleasure
It brings.
I remember the lanterns in
Paris streets,
Debussy and scented roses
A walk in a Prague
Street, cobbled and difficult
To walk on.
The ritual of tea
The delicate china
Gently brewed
The hairpins,
A pink purse depicting a hare
The forgiveness of
A green apple
A wooden leg
Flying through the sky
With fairy wings.
You do not care
N’or do I want you to care
Yet I do.
I rush forward into a bed of nettles
I want to die
Once you said to me
“If you can’t be happy, nobody
can” I was not happy
except in the unwanted arms
of someone I loved
It is difficult without.
Seeing you.
A glimpse
Here, and there.
Awakens an obsession
But it
Has to be enough
And it is
Sometimes I would rather
You did not see me.
Time is cruel
It shows in my eyes not my
Face.
I wish you
Well
I wish I did not need to
Write
It seems to be utterly
Useless to forget
The the magical cure
Of lovemaking
With no caution
That will not escape my
Lips.

Thursday, 6 March 2014

My friends in London wonder why I love Los Angeles. Well, simply it is because on Sunday morning, with ten inches of rain, enough to drown a Barbie doll, during  Oscar Weekend, you can still feel the sunshine, and the celebrities flashing their whiter than white smiles down Hollywood Boulevard.

 Doors willingly open to almost any new idea, and that makes even the gloomiest person feel happy.
The other thing is, there is a spiritual awakening here, that the British ignore. They have within them a natural cynicism. The intellectuals just can't help it. Wit and argument is in the back bone of Great Britain. The controversial literature and art of Oscar Wilde, Saatchi, Shakespeare, Julie Burchill and Coward are deeply incased in the British soul.  They are proud to be loathed and admired.


Here in LALA it is all blue skies again and "gosh I feel good".  I went for a Kundalini Class at the Golden Bridge Centre in Hollywood yesterday and felt better than I have ever. Under the guidance of an old friend Normandie Keith, who is "merry sunshine". Normandie encouraged us to shake, bend and chant. Led by my other great pal, who is almost family, Belinda Carlisle, our class was startling.  The energy took me to another dimension, this was as Belinda rightly sang, a long time ago, "Heaven is a place on earth," Happiness is within us.
We just have to breath, move, sing and shake to find it.
Here we are all together celebrating living.

Here Normandie teaches a true mixture of women, uniting them. She has something that is unique.  Where do you find a pop star willing to share their time freely with you? There was Belinda happily teaching us the mantra, the 84 meridians in your mouth have to be massaged so words need to be pronounced correctly?.
Cheerfully and lovingly she took us through each step.
I have been on many trips with Belinda in my "up to no good days", and now to another level of consciousness  which is well worth attaining.  A fabulous duo!.
I have been practising yoga since 1992, when I suffered from terrible depression and could not get out of bed.  Yoga, not pills, or a man, or another person,  or medication, saved my life. It still does.  Kundalini is magical, simple and clever, I had spring in my step as I left this exotic centre. Thank you girls.
Add caption

Followers

 
Twitter Facebook Tumblr Flickr