Friday, 20 May 2016

As I sit in the Le Fouquet at the Majestic in Cannes this week, I realise that this week has raced by. With gossip of bombs and Isis, the Festival has lost some shiny appeal, or perhaps I have grown up? Still full of celebrities from Susan Sarandon to Julia Roberts there has been more than just occasional glamour on the red carpet.

Rushka Bergman stealing the show in Hedi Slimane couture for Saint Laurent

At the beginning of the week, I was in need of a rest which I did not get. I thought about life and as Shakespeare said "Love is not love which alters when alteration finds, plus it was my birthday. Hey, I even found a convertible mini to rent, so, despite the aggravation of an emotional pick pocket, I was able to feel the wind and sun in my hair.

 I went from Charles Finch's party at Eden Roc, chic and interesting with photographs of the famous, including Brigitte Bardot, adorning the walls, to The BFI's brilliant and useful lunch where I bumped into the film director of Black Mass, Scott Cooper, who I had briefly met on the flight over to Nice. With parties and films, a full house, this week skipped by.  On the plane I  thought Scott was a member of a boy band who wrote slushy lyrics, not a bit of it, he was the master of Johnny Depp's film last year. This Festival for me was about work. I want to make my film on the life of  Egon Schiele. I had quite a bit of interest so watch this space. At lunch, however, I was watching Harvey Weinstein manoeuvre his life his wife and family on one one table, on another his office.

Lady Victoria Hervey. 

Lady Victoria Hervey sailed down the carpet several times and had a book launch for Lady in Waiting on a boat in the harbour.
Rushka Bergman in Dior talking with handsome Julien Landais who is about to make the Aspern Papers
starring Vanessa Redgrave.

The clothes on the red carpet were dramatic, my favourite dress was worn by Georgina Chapman from her own collection. She looked fabulous, then Rushka Bergman stole the show with her jaw-dropping couture dress by Hedi Slimane for Saint Laurent at the Chopard party. Her Instagram went mad and she hit 70K hits. That is the world we live in now, Snap Chat, Facebook and Instagram replacing the conventional world of magazines which arrive on the doorsteps three months out of date unless you are Genlux and then it arrives in the correct month. We work in real time. Vanity Fair was wonderful, the people watching especially, I saw  people try and gatecrash, this year no amount of charm worked on the girls with the clipboard. I got in but my Mcqueen coat creased terribly in the drive to the Cap.

With Julien Landais Amanda Eliasch wearing Saint Laurent, Dolce Gabbana dress

I wore Saint Laurent one night and Versace the next, I am only interested in films but was pleased to join Aileen Getty last night and her foundation to support Unesco's fight for cultural diversity in film, I was proud to sit at the table with brave men and women fighting for a perfect world.
With a packed wardrobe, I still was not crazy about anything in it and although I usually love Chanel, I funnily did not want to look like Air Hostess this season.

Aileen Getty, Amanda Eliasch and Sarah Ezzy

The films really did not hit the spot, lacklustre and average, they were not for me. The stars were here in force but the films I saw were better suited to television. I did, however, like the story Mal de Pierre's directed by Nicole Garcia. A film about a mental hospital and an imaginary love story.  I loved the passion and it had the pace of Thomas Mann's novel, Magic Mountain. With Marion Cotillard wearing an almost see through golden dress by Dior, showing every bit of her stunning body, one way or another she killed the red carpet.

Dressed down a Versace dress with Mcqueen Biker Jacket and Dior Sunglasses.
I was in a working mood.
Celebrity is not a star. Cannes is split between the deluded nightclubbers and the workers. The middle of the road look like a joke to both ends.

Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Thursday, 12 May 2016

My birthday tomorrow makes me realise that all I wish for now is the pleasure cruise, I want to be cool as the champagne I am sipping and all I want to watch and listen to is Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. I do not want to hear the words gash, slash, flash and brash. I just want classic glamour.  All I care  about now is who I care about in that particular moment.  It is my business and my business only. I shall make sure that it is sunny all day tomorrow and all day next week too, I intend to  achieve world peace. I shall conjure rain only at night otherwise it makes my hair frizzy.  Thank goodness when people gossip they are only talking about my public life, and they have no idea of my private life.
I now need moments of peace which I did not need when I was younger.
I don't need drama, especially other peoples. I need to exfoliate.
I am what I am and I do not need other people's conflict.
I am only interested in my own artistic endeavors.
I do not need other people's dirty linen or their imitation plastic lives.
I have dealt with my solitude and I let go of it with my reluctant fingers.
I intend to create magic instead.
I need the three S's, stillness, silence and solitude my three wishes.
By the way, I heard a story about a household name recently who built her fortress so high that she could not see that the paparazzi were no longer there.
All I want to read tomorrow is what is in my birthday card.

Sunday, 8 May 2016


 The best way to feel good we all know is to tailor your diet to the type of body you wish to have and exercise at least three times a week.  Catherine Vanazzi expert dietician comes once a year to see that I am on track for a full and vital life.  Six years ago I suffered from acute pain and nowadays I have never felt better. Here are some of the dishes she created this week in my kitchen in Chelsea.

Monday, 2 May 2016

The Met Gala, well well well.  How on earth can women who run these adventures believe they have class? We need fresh blood immediately. It needs women with style and panache running the show now. New people.

 I do not like to be unkind but thank goodness for the innate style of the British women, Poppy Delevigne, Bee Shaffer, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley who stole the show from  the three blondes, Madonna, Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift plus Nicky Minaj needs immediate help from a stylist.  I can only recommend one to mend this immediate gaff, but you have to read my other blogs to find out who I love and adore.

These stars need encouragement to be elegant. sophisticated and modern and they do not need to look like clowns. At the age of nearly 60, Madonna does not need to try and be young, she looks fabulous as the Queen of Pop. She has her image, she does not need to venture from that. Trying too hard to be cool gives people wrong messages especially when she is the coolest.

The evening was supposed to be forward thinking, celebrating the exciting world of fashion and technology, machine against man,  it was sadly not, the clothes needed to flatter and excite, they did anything but, it was backwards and a disaster, there was no mystery. No glamour and just wild promotion, but ultimately the party was ridiculous. Too much back patting and not enough talent. Sheer self-indulgence.
The only one who had "it" was Alicia Vikander as usual who in Louis Vuitton looked perfectly modern. Hedi Slimane and Saint Laurent was missed on the red carpet, he has the power and vision.

All the stylists used tonight should be immediately sacked, how can they seriously dressed so many fabulous women badly, it's an insult? There is a cruelty in design at the moment which needs to be addressed. These women are serious, but most of the designers are men, perhaps that is the problem?
Thank goodness for the hair stylists and makeup artists who did a pretty good job and who had to an uphill battle to fight against. Shameful waste of money and a sad use of talent.

Best Dressed
Poppy Delevigne
Bee Shaffer
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley
Alicia Vikander

Worst Dressed and NOT their fault
Lady Gaga
Taylor Swift

Needing Emergency help is Nicky Minaj

Dress I would have worn by Calvin Klein on Emma Watson made out of plastic bottles, another English girl.

Where was my favourite stylist, she is unlikely to have had anything to do with this?

Thursday, 21 April 2016

With so many funerals this year, more and more the lyrics of Rock Stars become relevant and a visit to the Yoga Centre a necessity. If they go together then that is brilliant.  Maya Fiennes has it all, she rocks, she downward dogs, she sews magic wherever she goes.

Like everybody else we humans are dark and light entwined. Ying and Yang. As much as we like the light, we battle against the dark, with Lucifer you have both. Remember the Devil was only thrown out of  Heaven for Pride which in my life is essential. He, of course, continued on his path and tempted Adam in Eve in the Garden of Eden. Last week I had a coup de foudre at Coachella Music and Art Festival, where my black nails actually matched a man's within the Rock group "Prayer". The Rock group "Prayer" eclipsed all others, casting light on their dark world.  I spent a week with the groovy lead singer. Rafael Reyes. Touched by his heartfelt lyrics and personality, he passionately sung about living within inner city poverty in the boiling morning heat at this popular Fashionista Rock Festival.

Luckily I had Maya's music to bring me back to serenity with her new Album "Love Now" Album
To  find peace here are a list of Yoga Teachers. However, my dreams carry on in San Diego.









9. Saul David raye

10.Normandie Keith  —

Friday, 25 March 2016

When I see gold buttons on a jacket in a shop I want to put it on.  Smart double breasted two rows of buttons and almost any jacket in any colour thrills me and I want to buy it, Michael Jackson clearly felt the same. Uniforms for me are sexy and always have been, there is structure to them, a health regime, a better nipped in waist, physical discipline.  I like feminine authority to be a force to be reckoned with.  Unfortunately, there is no real Hollywood Glamour, Irene of Hollywood is not making any gowns anymore.  Travilla who made Marilyn's dress is not available as he is knocking up the daisies. Most of the designer's people are wearing at the Oscars were simply not good enough. There were not intricate patterns to make a body the right shape. You want to look good at every angle. Nowadays you can buy really cheap clothes but you must look in a mirror and look your bottom.  I am the black queen but I like a dash of turquoise, pink, green or white. I hate huge flowers on the bottom and generally I love tailoring.

The styling of Rushka Bergman  is excellent if I am going to learn anything from anybody, I like her vivacity, her belief in a system that is slipping away quickly.
I generally dislike peddle pushers because unless you really suit them you look terrible. I think over 50 "girlie" is a problem, my little black dresses can make me look young from behind and then, turn around and your salad days are over. I love looking womanly, elegant, slim, a queen, I like to look a mysterious woman, it's why I like to go the Mayr Clinic, it's why I have bright blonde hair and a dash of red lipstick. It is all very well to look androgynous but you need to be a woman too.


 I cannot get excited by this dreadful new fabric made out of acetate, that catches you across the bosom, I do not want cheap and nasty throw away clothes. Vile. I do not want to look like the music teacher or the librarian. I do not want to look like everybody else, I do not want to dress head to toe in recognisable labels. Sadly, I was the only person the other day wore a hat  with a veil at a funeral. I have seen incredible clothes, I am not like everybody else. It seems people are not looking to see if they look alluring?. I do not want to look matronly and I do not want to look like a Russian hooker.

I do not need any other person to assemble me, for better of worse, I like to wear what I like to wear. Beware of spending money to buy "style" you cannot buy style but you can lend beauty.  Last week I went shopping for clothes and it wasn't the big names I bought but the next layer down as the fit was better, the cut more suitable for a female figure The fabric more tactile. I got compliments from journalists at The Daily Mail and Liberatum this week for my Alexander McQueen jacket. Sarah Burton has continued Alexander's strong look, I however. have clothes from twenty years ago which are powerful and I can still wear.
People forget today to wear gloves  they are so useful, they make middle aged hands elegant slim and you can dress them up or down, whether you add a ring or buttons. The choice is yours. I also love broaches rather than necklaces as they are more comfortable. I love little fake diamante broaches in the shape of butterflies and animals. You can find so many in vintage shops. We have allowed practicality to rule and not individuality.  P.S Make sure you have clean knickers on as you may get run over. Any clothes that mimic sex organs work, look at Audrey Beardsley drawings. This look is not politically correct, nowadays women seem to like donkey jackets, floral skirts, leggings and plastic shoes, pas pour Moi.   I want to look like the women in How to Marry a Millionaire or Gilda, Marlene Dietrich in Blue Angel.

I went around to Dr. Sebagh's the other day and he applied the fantastic machine to my skin. I then went with Trinny to find makeup, my make up was too thick by Dolce Gabbana, the foundation too white and instead I tried Terry's Densiless Foundation. I do not care who makes the makeup as long as it keeps me fuckable, and ten minutes younger. I do not want to be some flabby middle aged washed up old bag. The makeup looked so thick that I looked like Kitty from re runs of Gun Smoke.  The whole point of makeup is to make old skin, young. Otherwise, what I am doing it all for? Trinny knows her stuff as we went around SpaceNK in Nottinghill Gate. Really I like to have a thorough beesting and the makeup has to be high performance, shag proof. I do not like shiny makeup it looks great on women of colour. I felt jealousy as they looked beautiful in bright blue eyeshadow and bright pink lipstick. Not many white women can carry that look off.  I think they are best left in a bubble pack, as a free gift on the front of Woman's Own. Women's Weekly have fabulous throwaway sunglasses you will need them for the iridescent palettes. I was rescued by Trinny just before I became Baby Jane Hudson.
I am rushing out now to grasp next months copy of Italian Vogue.

Thursday, 24 March 2016

Wednesday, 23 March 2016



"Imagine my excitement to be here today, it is a huge treat.
Women are striving for equality and creativity everywhere we look, From 200 hundred years ago and later the Secession Period when women threw away their corsets, Women are making notable inroads creating the world we live in today, working still within masculine
templates provided, we are fighting for the world we wish to live in. We still do not have equality in pay and there is still Sharia Law and blondes are still considered blonde, despite it coming out of a bottle because it says so on the bottle. 

Women in England defied the opposition in the last war with their violent and valiant lipstick. We need structure to show a woman's ability and luckily for me I was invited by Pablo Ganguli the founder and creator of Liberation to join the elite band of people striving for artistic opportunity, insisting on culture and beauty, proving that Plato was right when he repeated in his Apology what Socrates had said at his trial "An unexamined life IS not a life worth living".
It is an excellent platform to express ourselves, this Pablo has achieved with flourish tenacity and elegance. Nicole Kidman Victoria Beckham and
Susan Sarandon becoming the backbone for
a wonderful band of forerunners. 

It is rather like Father Christmas, Easter Sunday, Hannukah and Ede all at the same time.  There are still some dark corners of this planet that Liberatum has to enlighten, and one spark of light lightens a whole forest.
Thank you to St Martin's Hotel for hosting this event and now here we have Dylan Jones editor of the most Male of Male magazines, GQ, to pose interesting thought provoking questions to the inspirational Rock Icon, strident and amazonian defender and upholder of women's rights, I give you the unmistakable, Courtney LOVE"



We don't want to fight with men we are okay, we have a great life, we are helping those that are unable to help themselves. There are and have been just as many sociopathic women running the world, eg Hilary Clinton, Margaret Thatcher, Winny Mandella, Nancy Regan.  Hillary was already running the country when Mr. Clinton was enjoying his cigar, and sometimes a cigar is not just a cigar. There are no problems except if you are a teacher who doesn't receive the same pay as a man. We are equal we are not treated as such and we live within male templates. Half the workforce are women. In the House of Commons last week it was mostly Asian and women of colour who indeed have problems. Female circumcision to start with. This is child abuse, you could argue the same for men. It is a financial, political situation.

Women's equality is not about gender, it is about equal consideration. We have to get our finger out we might be made to wear the burka, after all, Nigella Lawson, our spoon licking whipped cream goddess has already been spotted squeezed into a burkini, wanting to be highly visible under the illusion of being invisible. 

Why do we want to be equal when we are actually unique?

Women are fighting so many battles and are trying to fight off the burka for an iPhone and a 50inch television.  I don't mind the burka in Syria it is congruent with the religion and thought to be normal. Here is England it is positively rude to hide eyes with a niqab, and covering your body with a burka, showing dishonesty. They do not want our bikini so I do not want their burkini.  If 15,000 English female cheerleaders walked  into Tehran today in a mini skirt with baton what kind of reception do you think they would get? Women want power, not equality.

Saturday, 19 March 2016

There are loads of gay footballers I am told, gay policeman, gay film stars, so who cares anymore when we see two men kissing down the street?  I don't, except on the rare occasions, I might fancy one of them. Last night I was invited to the premiere of  the LGBT Film Festival,  FLARE, to the film "The Pass" which I felt was a little out of date on its point about gays, or rather as they said "queers", a word which is too old fashioned for me and I find insulting. In our society today contrary to what the film suggested, gay couples are able to hold hands, able to celebrate life together, have children and live openly, Transgender is accepted too. The film was out of date and a tiny bit patronising, it opened this now impressive and substantial Film Festival which has been celebrating the coming out of gay couples for 35 years. Congratulations to them and what they have achieved. I just thought the film was not good enough. It may have got good reviews, but it is not up to date, and I do not know any gay men holding back on how they feel? A good play, that made a dreary film, transferred from The Royal Court to the Silver Screen. This worried me about the attitude within the film world at the moment, the smugness, the inability to see good work,  too pleased with 'ordinary', too much slapping each other on the back for average.  Produced by Duncan Kenworthy and directed by Ben A Williams, we watched the  film with supposed complacency, that we would be amused by the hijinks of two gay male players buffing each other's ears. This film could have been so much more. It could have taken it out of the bedroom into the glare of the heated world of celebrity, the playing fields and flashing lights, they clearly kept the budget low and it showed.  Was there a necessity to do this or did the producers just not give enough money? Russell Tovey, who acted a footballer with no tattoos, was honestly not my scene and thank goodness for the looks, serenity and beauty of Arinze Kene. Come on now it is a low budget film made in three rooms with a script best suited to the world of theatre. There were no penis shots and kissing was performed in a steaming hot shower, where was the reality? The violent scene of a head being put into a bucket was the realest moment of the lot?  Bringing me to another point violence is acceptable in the world of film, but not romance, frontal nudity and kissing even?
Instead of entertaining all of us with this, I think people should be watching more Shakespeare and walking down Hollywood Boulevard catching up in real time, the swinging scene on Melrose, Los Angeles.
The New Dover Street Market, Amanda Eliasch

As a floating voter, not right or left, I was shocked this week that the safety net of society was again hit. How can David Cameron really think it sensible to bash the part of society that suffers the most, the pensioner and the disabled.  He made use of the subsidy for his son, did he not? Why not cut back on the subsidies that a refugee gets? Surely it is more sensible to keep the disabled or the pensioner  working with help than removing them and putting them into a home, at huge expenditure, where they fade and disappear unhappily from society? The Conservatives need to find new leaders immediately, with more compassion and more sincerity for those that are severely compromised. Another four years of wrecking the property market, pulling down Earls Court, not knowing the architecture of Howard Crane and building another Doha between Chelsea and City of London Bridges, not for the people in this country, The English, but for rich foreigners. I do not mind foreigners in this country but let's put England first? We are English, London is in England, and I am fed up with political correctness which, makes how you say something, so important. Let's look after Granny and the disabled. Paris is in France, Milan in Italy so please London is in England.

On a bit of good news, The New Dover Street Market is exceptional. Beautifully renovated and making another area more interesting. The Haymarket will now rock with panache which in turn should bring further interest to the theatre world. Congratulations. A pity Boris and co did not turn to the Architects who did this instead of Terry Farrell?

Monday, 14 March 2016

Laura Jeffreys my lovely, quiet, friend will have her funeral on Tuesday 22nd March and it seriously feels surreal. Laura was so delightfully English. With a beautiful figure in a flowery dress or jeans, we would have been friends for 43 years, since the days when we used to ride, lying on the back of our ponies to The Tedworth Hunt and it's local Pony Club, to her painting and plastering our house at 31 Chester Square, when I was married. She died last week after a short illness with Motor Neurons disease, it was all so sudden, she followed her lovely son, who also died last year.  Laura  created her own unique world,  and she lived it. It is not the words I will miss but the silence. I used to say to Laura all the time "Did you hear what I said" 
She never once said I had outrageous taste, or that I was eccentric, she let me be the way I wanted and together we explored colour and life.  She used to love it ,the good thing about her was that she made no judgement at all. 
I love her family, Christopher, Charlie Jeffreys and Rose Prince, as if they were my own. Thank goodness last night I found the photographs  which are excellent, taken by the brilliant photographer Von Einsidel of 31 Chester Square, London SW1. Once the house of writer John Osbourne. I lived here from 1991-2008. The previous owner was Mary Gilliat his ex-wife, the interior designer, and it had chains from the 1960's and was designed then by famous Architect Sir Hugh Casson. I loved its  huge copper doors that came off the set of  Osbourne's play Luther at the Royal Court. Laura added to its eccentricity complimenting Casson's unusual ideas

Luckily Laura died surrounded by her wonderful family support   Indiana Marie JeffreysSonamara Jeffreys, and many others, she had so wanted to live, but sadly life was quickly taken from her.

When Charlie rightly said I was vain and that I loved myself when I made a film about my life, she told him off teasingly telling him it was art, she was like that, she rang me afterwards to tell me. There was so much laughter when we were young I owe her a lot, she had the best dress sense when she was a teenager, great taste, she set the pattern of my life, Laura made me look at architecture a different way. I will always miss her after all who will paint a bedroom for me again, black pink and gold? The funny thing is that this week Rose Prince said to me "You know she also did the house you are living in now" That was a seriously camp affair before I modernised it. It belonged to Lord Cadogan and it had pillars when you entered the house, a gold and white bath in the centre of the room on a platform. Rag rolling everywhere. Laura, you will live on in some unchanged drawing room of London that recognises your beautiful work. Help I better rescue the bright blue dining room at 31 Chester Square.. damn it is probably mushroom by now. 

Laura was brave, she dealt with every calamity with calm and good grace. With great humour and pride. 

A message for Laura should you be able to see.
You have hopefully gone to a better place. I will be staying with Charlie and Rose a little longer we have a little more mischief to get up to  Love you forever in my heart and soul.

Wednesday, 9 March 2016

Here is the link to my film which I have decided to be brave enough and release. I was going to hide it and let it collect dust, but it was a labour of love with all the ups and downs of a family member.
I loved making it. A documentary drama based on my life with music that I adore and working with my son Charles Eliasch whom I love.

The gun the cake and the butterfly is dramatic and swiftly moves,"Jarringly Frank"Indie Press said of it. It won the Lena Wertmuller prize set up for her husband at The Ischia Film and Music Festival and Inesa de la Roche from The Dark Theatre wrote this
It was a real pleasure watching the film "The Gun, The Cake and The Butterfly" by Amanda Jane Eliasch!
The whole complexity of life inside one woman's world is full of sparks and mystery...
She playfully guides you through her personal stories and deeply touching intimate thoughts... She transforms into many women and becomes a multilayered goddess who masters her own destiny.
Amanda gently undresses her soul in front of the audience, leaving herself transparent and exposed... She expressed her loneliness through all poetic and romantic journey, she gets hurt, she burns and then she rises like a Phoenix, humour heals every wound in her nostalgic and imaginative world... Amanda rules her creative and seductive Empire with her courage, confidence, intelligence and consciousness... It is her first film and it is an extraordinary achievement! I admire the way she have chosen to make her personal film in her own style, she knew exactly what she wanted and how to express her world cinematically as visual poetry, perhaps not polished the way Hollywood would perfect and sterilise any sort of reality which in most cases completely spoils the experience of real life, but Amanda's Eliasch film gives you the feeling of purity, honesty of life in cinema, leaving you deeply touched visually, wondering, questioning and mirroring your own feelings through her intimately fascinating and heart braking experiences... It's a magnificent 21st century liberated woman's film! The film maker Amanda Eliasch is a passionate artist, unstoppable visionary, she has no limitations within her confidence, creativity and endless imagination to manifest her own visions! There is so much to learn from her film and to be inspired by her honest and unique approach to making films!
Inesa De La Roche

I am now onto making my next film which is completely different and about The life of Egon Schiele and his love story with Wally Neuzil.
The Cardinal and The Nun.

I went to an opening of the garden at The Ivy in Kensington for International Woman's Day. I arrived only to have the photographers telling me that someone is gatecrashing using my name. They think my name holds some magical power and it will be open sesame for them. Apparently it is a blonde Russian woman.There are 20 gate crashers in London that regularly steal people's names to enter places that they can't get in.  I said to get a photograph of her and make a wall of shame.
In any case, with all the drama the garden is nice as is the one in Chelsea.

Women are continually in my thoughts, I love them. My twenty-four favourite women are as follows although there are another thirty that I love dearly too, these pop into my mind today.

1.  Countess Marina Cicogna, 

2.  Rushka Bergman Stylist to the stars

3.  Kay Saatchi Art collector

4.  Fizzy Barclay Ruler of the world

5.   Julia Laverne witch and guru

6.   Nainita Dessai Composer and I have done magic so she wins an Oscar soon,

7.   Inesa de la Roche, photographer

8.   Jessica Andrews, film producer

9.   Henriett Tunyogi, dancer

10.  Natalia Souza hairdresser and adopted daughter.

11.  Ana Lisa Arang my Houskeeper that I love and adore at the moment

12.  Carol Morely director

13.  Cate Blanchett, actress

14. Trinny, fashion guru ITV morning programme

15.  Mrs Alice in her Palace and her mother Serena. Alice Naylor Leyland

16. Sophie Dimitrova singer.

17. Angela Kalinowski hairdresser LA

18. Diane Von Furstenburg, clothes hostess

19. Tracey Emin artist

20. Jerry Hall, clever, model.

21. Emma O Byrne makeup artist

22. Franca Sozzani Director of Italian Vogue

23. Amanda Nevill BFI

24. Loree Rodkin Jeweller

These women's achievements speak for themselves.

Sunday, 6 March 2016

Angus steak house which is on every corner of Leicester Square, nowadays decorated with chic red brick and dark grey paint, the hostesses wearing sharp copies of Prada last season, and the men willingly running around to my every wish. Chinese girls to the right and an English and Jamaican couple to the left.

What was I to eat?. My friend the brunette chose wisely a large plate of thick beef ribs, too much meat for me running across my plate, so I chose Chilli con Carne which arrived in a swing, like a cauldron of rouge gruel slightly luke warm. I had to return it I could taste a tin or two.
Everything beautifully presented, if not a little predictable.

As I left the abrupt waiter said "This is not a fast food restaurant" Everybody laughed behind his back. Get me a private jet out of here.

As for the film Spotlight directed by Tom McCarthy, which I had forgotten. I was questioned by the brunette if I had already seen this film, I could not remember until unfortunately the first scene when I realised I had seen it at its premiere at The Venice Film Festival. It is dangerous for me to go out in public, my friend said surprisingly "I thought you only did premieres?" How right he is. Saturday night in Leicester Square is a claustrophobic experience for any Londoner.
The film is full of interchangeable parts that anybody could have played. The sort of film that gets mixed up with loads of others hardly deserved an Oscar.  Despite talk of it, there were no explicit scenes  and just suggestions of unsavoury and  illegal behaviour. As I left the usherette said to another punter "Its won an oscar, I think" Every time it became a tiny bit interesting there was an edit. Fastly edited with filming in corridors lifts and courtrooms. There was no sex or murder just talk of it. Black Mass was the same with Johnny Depp. Why do script writers find courtrooms interesting? Has to be the wigs?
Luckily I had a second dinner, yes the Mayr Clinic is out of the window. I had a surprisingly delicious dinner in Savini at the Criterion beautifully cooked spaghetti and dishy men. It was the same price as Angus Steak House with a couple of drinks included. There we are.
This morning I have been dealing with the press who want to have my views on Helena Bonham Carter's dress sense, what can I say, I liked Jerry Hall yesterday in pale blue, a great choice of man, and a great choice in the wedding dress, designed by Vivienne Westwood. Last week she introduced me to her man in a wonderfully charming way, so happy and he too at Diane Von Furstenberg's party in Los Angeles.
Today I have a mid-life crisis and now have to deal being stuck between a Christmas Cracker and an Easter Egg. Help, it's Mother's Day and I may have been forgotten.

Thursday, 3 March 2016

As I was leaving The Vanity Fair Party, the petite redhead, Isla Fisher, came up to me and said "Do you think I am badly dressed? The fashion police say I look dreadful",  I said "Why you look good to me? What do I know, I am just the Fashion Editor of Genlux Magazine, a filmmaker and an artist. I put a warm doughnut into my mouth provided  by the Vanity Fair caterers, to stop hunger.  Her tall husband looked handsome and yet I did not recognise it was Sasha Baron Cohen, who as Bruno, was one of the funniest men on the planet. His wife, continued, "Don't the Fashion Police know I have to look after three children, what do the newspapers expect, I did the best I could do" She looked pretty to me in her green and white dress, but green is a "difficult" colour.  I was reminded of a quote from Downton Abbey.

A week ago before the Oscars it had been nil by mouth, I had a dress to fit into and a trip to the Mayr Clinic and Althausee, starvation. I saw so many stars this week behaving in normal ways that the mystique disappeared. I usually just like seeing them on the red carpet, posing, with beautifully applied makeup and hair. Girls nowadays seem to be two foot taller than in the 1980's and as I looked round the room the only woman who had curves of the 1950's was Lady Gaga, she wore a copy of the Marilyn dress and  had "Rita Heyworth" hair.
Scanning the room I thought, where were all the "It" girls from the year 2000, there were none there, and the only familiar faces were Sam Taylor-Wood, Lynn Wyatt, Vassi Chamberlain and makeup artist Charlotte Tilbury. It says a lot. The Vanity Fair party is bang up to date, there are few hangers on and you had better stay fit and photogenic.  Where were all the stars from twenty years ago? Everybody looked suddenly very young.

I am definitely not giving up. I still want to win an Oscar just like I wanted to be Head Girl.  After all, let's not lie,  it's fun being the sparkliest girl in the room. I enjoy being a showgirl.  I love Vanity, I love all the Deadly Sins, especially pride.

Elton Johns party was completely different from Vanity Fair and I was pleased to have been invited to both. Elton played his top ten numbers and everybody went wild. With a red theme throughout they raised six million for Aids. My chapeau is off to them.

Another party that was also organised to perfection was the party of Diane von Furstenberg's, I was greeted by 20 waiters in white uniforms, on the lawns of a perfect Beverly Hills Mansion. A picnic with a twist.

Strangely I also had two gay men say that they no longer wanted to be gay after ten or so years, asking if I would I seduce them?. This city is full of unexpected delights, but really, I would rather have a warm doughnut beautifully presented at the Vanity Fair party than get into a man's bed that was not sure of his sexuality.

As for the films,  I loved Danish Girl and I am disappointed.
I am  also fed up with talk of equality, there is no equality, there is always somebody better and prettier, more talented, that is life.  You can always be replaced, you will always have to try harder. However, it does not stop you having a go yourself.  It was fun seeing so many good looking talented creatures, it has, in my opinion, nothing to do with colour or race, just a word of advice, make use of every opportunity and nearly always say yes.

The best event of the week was seeing Ennio Morricone win an Oscar for Hateful8 and a star on Hollywood Walk of Fame, organised by Pascal Vicedomini, it was sparkling and I was happy that Mr Tarantino loved my glasses, what more does a girl want? An Oscar of course.

Pascal Vicedomini and Marina Cicogna

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Monday, 29 February 2016

Sunday, 28 February 2016

I am back in Los Angeles with beautiful weather, this is why I love it here so much. There is perfect light in the garden which makes me want to exercise and stay fit, despite everybody being obsessed with fame and youth, I find it alluring. Tonight is the night though and the Oscar's  preparations have already started.

The most special moment this week was watching Ennio Morricone lay his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. So touching. Beautifully arranged by Pascal Vicedomini from Ischia and Capri's International Film and Music Festival. I have luckily also celebrated the laying of  Roy Orbison's and Belinda Carlisle star, which were both incredibly moving.

People were waiting behind blockades to see the Maestro speak along with Quinton Tarantino and Harvey Weinstein.   The fans held up record sleeves, memorabilia, notepads cameras just to get their dreams fulfilled, they just want signatures and two seconds, a smile is enough. Ennio is famous for so many scores for film, my favourite was The Mission.  Tonight he is up for an Oscar for his score for Hateful8.  He better win or Harvey and Quinton will get their boxing gloves on.

Pascal Vicedomini Marina Cicogna

Hair by Le Salon LA, Angie Kalinowski
PHOTOGRAPH OF THE WEEK, no better line-up

We are all having to get dressed up for the Oscars. With so many parties I am lucky to have been invited to both Elton John's and Vanity Fair. I have no idea what I will wear, it will be a scramble as I get ready, but my favourite is a Stella McCartney dress and a tube dress by Rick Owens.
It depends on what I eat today, of course.
There are several areas of film I enjoy, the script, then the costumes, the timeline and then the music. I am rarely impressed by stars, without a good script and team behind them, they are what they are, dare I say puppets? Anyway, there are always a lot of unsung heroes in film, the forgotten runner, the girl with an iPhone, the girlfriend who stays hidden.
As for equality and diversity, there is none in Los Angeles, I shall carry on forging my way, and creating what I wish to create.  You need star quality and there are a million people who want work in Hollywood. You need excellence. I believe in it, I will fight for it in my own way. Indeed, the Oscar Voters are old and whilst I like old age, they are falling asleep in the films. I saw it with my own eyes.
One film director who will remain nameless who took me to films never watched them, I used to laugh. His attitude is why I made and wrote my first film, The gun the cake and the butterfly. It needs vitality, youth and diversity.

This year I wanted the following films to be in the lineup, The Danish Girl, Carol, Hateful8 so far not too bad.
Tom Hooper director of the Danish Girl with Eduardo and Amanda Eliasch

The parties are all beautifully arranged, from Ennio's lunch in the hills, in a house belonging to Helen Mirren, to the intimate picnic on the lawn of  Mr and Mrs Barry Diller's full of friends and personalities of this year's line-up of films and television.  I stopped by to tell Tom Hooper that I loved The Danish Girl, it upset me for 3 weeks.
The British Consul celebrated Britains finest talent at the Fig and Olive with a personal invitation from Eddie Redmayne the finale was Jamie Cullum dancing on the piano.  There is a lot going on.

Unless you are a recluse or your face is falling apart, or perhaps you are too famous, you want to go out, it is about the only time of year here when anything is going on at all,

Harvey reigns as King, with his charismatic ways. Even when rude, he is amusing and talented. Oh yes, people easily forget the talent of a Producer. Without a producer, nothing gets made. As I am on my way to making The Cardinal and the Nun written by Lyall Watson,  about his love of Wally Neuzil, I am more appreciative than ever.

One good thing this week is that Quinton Tarantino liked my glasses so who cares what happens tonight and thank goodness for Andy Wang. Another thing is, luckily for me I have good friends like  Producer Marina Cicogna and Kay Saatchi who have been such fun company.

Friday, 26 February 2016

Thursday, 25 February 2016

10 good things about Los Angeles

1. Teeth fixed
2.  Botox brilliantly done
3.  Hair extensions and colour for blondes unbeatable
4.  Diet clinics
5.  Film crew to follow you
6.  Weather and the outside, the ocean
7.  Self help books, how to be nice, without anybody noticing its fake.
8.   The desire to exercise
9.   Fake stardom
10. You can purchase a billboard

10 bad things about Los Angeles
1.  Leaf blowers
2.  Conmen
3.  The garbage uncollected
4.  Property tax 
5.  Anybody over 30 is in the waste disposal
6.  white shoes
7.  Too tight bando dresses over huge fake bottoms
8.   White stick on nails
9.   Reality shows to get fame, making the human race educationally subnormal. 
10.. Trash anybody except yourself at the table, you are of course in therapy.

Sunday, 21 February 2016

Tuesday, 16 February 2016

My goodness aren't we all bored of the same lineup of stars?. The BAFTA's come and go, and we already know the answers for the Oscars come and go, and we already know the answers for the Oscars?. The same group of super humans get the accolades whilst the rest struggle to get a play off the ground or get heard in a concert. The play can be perfectly good, but if you have not got that magical moment "a star" in the cast, you can forget any press, any good press, any audience. It is a struggle that every professional actor/actress/musician/director goes through.Then there is the talk of "Racial Equality". Perhaps at the roots, at the drama schools, the film schools, a student is not given a chance?. Standards are so very high at the beginning, my son Charles had Grade 8 in piano and singing by the age of 17,  that you don't really need to go to music school at all?  He is now at The Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama, having already sung at Carnegie Hall. and attended Mannes School of Music in New York,  I told him to make his own way because nobody is likely to help him. It is the way it is. Opportunity and education at a young age are fundamental to creativity and mental health, why do schools assume we need Maths over Art?.  Education in my books is more important than the NHS?
A small select committee chooses in whatever profession a small selection of prospective talent, too often listening to their friends. The choosers take a risk, and people continually have to take a risk until you have made it, even then it is a risk. I would and have always wanted to be out on a limb, to be out of the box. I do not want to be in any mould  but I love all award ceremonies, but they could be less predictable, I would like to win? It so often becomes about who looks good in a dress, the dress itself often more important than the hard work or the film itself.
This is the problem with mixing up fashion, the arts and film. At the end of the evening Dame Maggie Smith again wins, she runs against the same ten women. It becomes dull, it is dull. Not because of her tremendous acting which we all love, but because however excellent she is, casting and the money men behind it, are all too opinionated, powerful and safe. Millions are at stake, and as the saying goes, millions do not grow on trees. The Cesars, Berlin and Venice Film Festival are the real places to find talent, unusual actors and directors. It is about the dress there too, but you have to be talented. I was delighted last week to be invited to The Evening Standard Awards, thank goodness The Falling was recognised, an imaginative Indie Film, by Carol Morley which I totally loved. There is hope.

Amanda Nevill, Amanda Eliasch and Monika Bacardi a quiet opening at BAFTA

With this in mind when a friend of mine does well, 'out on a limb' I am so happy for them. This week, an exciting event was seeing Arthur Yates open at Liberty's. His green and yellow pots freshly painted against his matching shirts. The boyfriend of Phoebe Saatchi, should automatically have propelled this talented man into the spotlight, but he quietly goes his own way, and by his own admission he is a "Pot and shirt type of man"  Here there is nothing dull, because he is working alone creating beautiful shirts for both men and women, in bright colours, cheering up the basement of Liberty's, a shop with a huge reputation.  His young good looking friends supported him as he painted a wall with ease.  He is yet to be a big label but I am sure in the future he will be. Bruta is a name to watch in the future. Something different.

Amanda Eliasch and Arthur Yates at Liberty's

The problem with fashion is that if you are not a big label it is tricky to get the right quality and even start your career making clothes, I shall probably wear Stella McCartney at The Oscars next week endorsing the established I know. My chapeau is off to anybody who is innovative.
Another new film that did surprise me, which made me genuinely happy, no awards as yet, but a breath of fresh air, encouraged and produced by Monika Bacardi was "Beautiful Fantastic"  directed by Simon Aboud, husband of Mary Mccartney,  had a  high profile screening at BAFTA last week,  this is surely the way to go? No big names, no fame, but genuinely good and worth making, with no sex and violence. It is also why I support the BFI who help filmmakers create and who keep alive the past. Even so, without the help of fame behind the scenes the turn out on a Sunday night could have been different and the finances too.

Hollywood is the land of fruit and nuts,  we know youth and beauty comes before talent, despite my love of vanity let us open a new chapter and I dare producers to make films with nobody famous in them.
I am thinking whether to use huge stars for my film on Egon Schiele or go with my true feelings, which is to give work to talented people, who are not necessarily famous, would this attitude get me the bucks, that I will have to wait and see?


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