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Tuesday, 29 March 2016

The whims of fashion

Darlings – its been a busy couple of months I can tell you. New York, London, Milan, Paris – I’ve done the lot! Jetting around in Anna’s entourage, caught in her fragrant slipstream, attending show after show (front row of course), and posing for endless paps in the latest looks from the world’s premier designers. Exhausting!

But, oh my, did you see the looks coming through? The shows themselves were glorious: a sense of prettiness, a softening of silhouette, a profusion of frills, fur and frippery along with the return of accessories in general and most particularly, the 'IT bag'.

I’m coveting Gucci’s styling; extreme Royal Tenenbaum kookiness! Dreaming of Hedi’s take on 80s glamour at YSL, drooling over sweetheart necklines, velvet and fringing, an overdose of vibrant colour, endless patterns jarring under the jangling weight of jewellery – I can feel a new dawn breaking as fashions never ending cycle turns a ladylike corner.    

Consequently, i’m rethinking the mannequin I want to be. More elegant. With finesse, charm and grace. Coquettish and at the same time fragile! I want curves to wear the new feminine shapes but at the same time to be modern and ever youthful.
 
I hear on the grapevine Proportion London are thinking that way too. Rumour has it they’ve been in the sculpt studio with maestro Rob Patterson working on something beautiful. The only proof I have is this vague dreamy watercolour left in the design studio last week. What does it all mean? We shall surely find out as they launch their rethemed showroom next month.

Watch this space readers, all will be revealed .....

   

Saturday, 9 February 2013

All the young dudes...an explosion of GLAM

Remember a world of twinkling mirrorballs, flared trousers, outlandishly slick hairdos, bisexual caked mascara and eyeliner and an unstoppable cascade of glitter…Miss Mannequin certainly does! Whiling away the hours posing languorously in the coquettish window of Swanky Modes or lurking amongst the potted palms in the mysterious smokey interior of Biba, I have always loved the excess and the exuberence of Glam. With these memories in mind, Dear Reader, I have been thrilled to learn that the Tate Liverpool has just launched an exhibition dedicated to expressing and explaining the decadence of this movement.

Roxy Music's 1972 album "Roxy Music" featuring Kari-Ann Muller, who later went on to model as a mannequin for Adel Roostein's Superstar Collection
Both glamorous and bizarre in equal measures, when thinking of Glam culture, anyone born after 1970 would be forgiven for thinking it was just about the music. Sitting through endless repeats of TOTP2 during the festive period with slightly tipsy older relatives embarrassing themselves recounting (and worse demonstrating) strange school disco style dancing and sing-alongs to T-Rex and Cockney Rebel records, you would inevitably get this impression. But this would be to miss the point of it all completely ….. and where the Tate’s daring exhibition comes in.

Glam! The Performance of Style is the first exhibition to explore glam style and sensibility in-depth. The exhibition focuses on artistic developments in Britain, Europe and North America - seen through the prism of Glam. Examining painting, sculpture, installation art, film, photography and performance, with over 100 artworks on show, the exhibition puts into context what was actually intended to be a lifestyle, rather than an insignificant early 1970’s trend.


Starting out as an underground British Art School scene (think David Hockney, Bryan Ferry, Eno and David Bowie) and coinciding with gay, black and feminine calls for equality, Glam was at its inception intended as a personal expression of individuality, an unveiling of each participant’s sexuality, creativity and particular persona. It had its coming of age around mid-1972 when Mott the Hoople sang their Bowie penned anthem All the Young Dudes on Top of The Pops. After that its camp, sparkly tentacles quickly entwined themeslves around every area of young life. Even the mannequin world succumbed; female window models threw out their bras and exposed an eyeful of perky nipple on mannequins with wildy exuberant poses. Adel Rootstein produced much feted collections using models like the exotic Sayoka and (ex Bryan Ferry girlfriend) Marie Helvin.   
David Hockney's Mr and Mrs Clark and Percy 1970/71
Spearheaded in the world of entertainment so persuasively by Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust, T. Rex, The Glitter Band and Slade, the seductive look of Glam soon swept the nation like an extravagant glittery rash. In the art world the spangly torch was carried by artists such as David Hockney, Bruce McLean, Duggy Fields and Lindsey Kemp, then moving across to America popped up at Andy Warhol’s factory. In design, Biba, Anthony Price, Mr Freedom, Terry DeHavilland and Swanky Modes shimmered. In film and theatre, think Clockwork Orange, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Derek Jarman and John Waters.

Roxy Music's 1973 album Music for your pleasure - featuring model Amanada Lear dressed in Anthony Price Outfit

The inevitable commercial fallout of Glam soon had every hod carrier nationwide lumbering around on platforms as chunky as yorkie bars and spotty young bank clerks sporting Spiders from Mars style lurex jumpsuits outside the local chip shop on Saturday night. Rock and Roll suicide indeed! Inevitably it had become a teenage uniform, an identikit cliché, fit only for the dressing up box and its savvy early exponents had moved on, morphing into punks, electronica, new romantics, heavy metal bands and David Bowie became, well........David Bowie.


Miss Mannequin is all for this show – gorgeous to look at and surprisingly educational too – what’s not to like. So slip into your disco slacks and head up north for this Liverpool based extravanaga.

 





post script: it's a big Glam year, Dear Readers. Miss Mannequin can't wait for the opening of DAVID BOWIE IS ... at London's V&A mid March



Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Royal wedding fever

Hello my dear readers!

Since the Palace have now issued the official seating plan, there is something I feel I simply must share with you …. As I am sure you’re aware, my fabulous friend William is getting married on Friday. The wedding is THE event of the decade (to which of course I am invited, I mean I haven’t actually received my invitation yet… one can only assume that there’s a delay in the post)?!

William and I go way back, having first met through proportion>london’s sister company GEMS STUDIO in 2008. The Gems team created a marvellous bespoke sculpt of the prince for Canada’s premier wax museum: The Royal London Wax Museum, for show alongside a sculpt of his mother princess Diana. We struck up a huge friendship whilst working on this project, the story of which is on the Gems Studio website: Prince William sculpt story and it surely can’t be long before Kate and I are also good buddies!

The anticipation of scouring the seating plan to find out who I shall be seated beside is just too exciting. Elton John, Guy Ritchie (if only you’d hung in there longer Madge!) Mario Testino, Rowan Atkinson or maybe even the Beckham’s; the possibilities are endless and oh so tantalising! Guess I’ll just have to wait and see… the official guest list 
 
Anyway more to the point… what should one wear to such a distinguished affair?? With this dilemma firmly on my mind, I popped off on a whirlwind spree to Regent St yesterday with my Mark, my darling driver. Regent St really does set a regal scene lined with union flags and there is a distinct feeling of romance in the air. Like a moth drawn to a flame Miss Mannequin was pulled towards all things shiny in my search for the perfect diamond accessories (after all it is a Royal wedding so I simply must wear diamonds). In the final mix, I will be wearing … Tiara (check); long gloves (check); slinky dress (check); vintage fur stole (check). Which leads me to the other great debate of the day … who shall I take as my guest? My new man METROpolitan is my dreamy choice to accompany me to the Abbey. Perhaps he will turn out to be my very own Prince Charming …..