FRIEZE ME and KEEP ME

I feel I have no feelings left for love. Oh yes I have, but Tinder has just managed to nearly kill them off along with other sites like Guardian Soulmates. I feel that falling in love across a crowded room has been forgotten and exchanged for a cross to the left and a dash to the right. I have even got women applying which makes me laugh, and no I am not gay.
As Syria is being bombed to death and refugees collected in Hummers we humans live on a diet of surreal words from sad people that are desperate and lonely. Personally I am ready to change my life completely. Apart from the fact that Google Alert has just told me that one of the loves of my life has a new girlfriend.  I am not interested in meeting men in fields and woods for quickies. I like real things and thank goodness I have a fabulous memory of meeting a man in a train, and being made loved to in a cupboard and a lift. If I had to live on a diet of shredded wheat and  Tinder I would slit my wrists. The good thing though is there is one for exclusive coupling called Raya. At the moment I am crossing off the riff raff on Tinder. Guardian soulmates is full of left wing Mr Corbyn's so be careful if you are right wing and like a shirt and tie.

The Cocktail Party by Tom Friedman

The art world is also a reflection this year of the world. There were padlocked cages with bottles for the incontinent, balloons, neons, sparkly painting and plenty of images of destruction and death. My favourite was a Bathroom suite, depicting the body in its various forms by Ann Agee in blue and white tiles that she had created. Look carefully and you will notice bodily functions from washing to mobiles painted delicately.  Fed up with destruction and realising Glenn Brown 's drawings were about the best thing at Frieze, but the originals cheaper and prettier, delightful as they were,  I looked for Simon Lee's stand and he had the clever idea of changing artists daily, today was Toby Zieglar. There's a reason to go back?. There was plenty of opportunity for selfies against art that you would not buy. Huge pieces of mirror, some drums with skulls, and people at a Cocktail Party. Fun but not really liveable with. With about a thousand people arriving all at once promptly at 11am, contemporary art as we all know has hit the big time.

There are incredible shows at Sothebys including Alfred Taubman's collection on sale; Anita Zabludowicz's Gallery; Gagosian Gallery showing LA talent Jonah Woods;Patrick Senguin's gallery highlighting Prouve's architecture at Claridges, The Liberatum opening of Robert Indiana's work at 105 New Bond Street; art is now more exciting than ever. There was the show at Phillips too. The true brilliance however was at Frieze Masters where I could have bought nearly everything I saw. I fell in love with a Klimt drawing of a nude and a Schiele drawing; the story of the Dubuffet stand which was so stunning and so much more. From good to bad there is art for somebody and it is definitely the week to be in London. Now that fashion wants to follow the game The Saatchi Gallery threw its doors open to Chanel's history, Madmoiselle Prive and last week Louis Vuitton were offering cars to view their show and so on. With everything so watchable and the traffic so bad, there are not enough hours in a day.  PAD for furniture and the stunning I loved the butterflies that as you touched them, flew off by Dominic Harris, birds flew and flowers changed. Genius technology.   LA performance artist Millie Brown.. She swung from the ceiling with drops of crystals hanging from her. There were hundreds of people on the pavement causing a traffic jam on Dover Street. Living between Los Angeles and London, she creates artwork from her bodily secretions normally.

Millie Brown swinging from the ceiling.

BY ARTIST ANN AGEE BEST IN SHOW

Then there is the @BFI @London Film Festival, where work like The Lobster, another love story,  is being made. Terrible, horrendous and brilliant. This an horrific thought as there was nothing positive about the film at all. No pleasure in watching it for certain. Moments of brilliance were needed in order not to walk out and complain. Who will actually view and understand this film other than pseudo intellectuals? Was it clever or was it crass? Bordering on the insane the cast had no answers either. Rachel Weiss clearly said she did not have a clue. The director having won prizes already at Venice Yorgos Lanthimos did not have an answer. So for me there was no depth, no hope yet...there was. The "Lovies" like only positive reviews but this cast opened the net. Sure it will win prizes, but will the public like the film, like the one last year that won Venice,  for me it's like The pigeon who sat on a branch. Another crazy film,  beautifully shot. You the viewer have to be happy not to understand the story line. Worth seeing because it is a film that creates discussion if nothing else. There is always room for the innovative.

Pablo Ganguli from Liberatum and Amanda Eliasch

Suffragette was goodish. I say goodish because truly we think of Emily Pankhurst and this film focused on poverty played honestly by Michelle Williams. but we women are happy we are allowed to wear mini skirts, drive and make love when we want? As Saudi has been made Head of Human rights for the UN, this film is even more necessary. Women are lashed, stoned and strung up in Middle Eastern countries for small misdemeanours.  We live in a world where the truth is in the whisperings and the conversations not had. Perhaps that is why the art world has a true following and a film like The Lobster gets made because however ridiculous the subject matter some small grain of truth may be said or thought about? The ego is huge and fragile I must remember. People were lying on the red carpet in protest for women round the world. With a stoic cast Michelle Wiliams, Helena Bonham Carter and Meryl Streep as Mrs Pankhurst,  you cannot go wrong.

Amanda Nevill, Amanda Eliasch and Henriett Tunyogi

The true gem this year at The London Film Festival, full of strong women's stories, is Carol about a woman who wishes to leave her husband for another woman, the conflicts within her, the loss of her child. Beautifully acted by Cate Blanchett, another winner for the awards. An amazing score by Carter Barwell that takes you through Carol's heartbreak and her final resolution within herself to deal with her sexuality. A sure winner. Brave and beautiful with ravishing costume changes designed yet again by Sandy Powell. The other costumes brilliant this year are in The Danish Girl by Paco Delgado, sensuous and tragic, beautiful and exquisite. Music is obviously my passion and this year the I love the scores from The Danish Girl by Desplat and  Carol by Carter Burwell, both are beautiful.
The BFI FF closed with a feisty performance by Michael Fassbender in the film about the outstanding work of  Steve Jobs. An insight to the world of technology and design which he mastered. More like a rock star he was charismatic and rude in equal portions. With a supporting cast including Kate Winslet you could not go wrong. At one moment I found myself crying it touched me when he would not speak to his daughter and said she was not his. Of course this happened to me a long time ago and I met my Father perhaps ten times in my life, actually I think much less. Girls without Fathers certainly suffer.

Photograph by Dave Bennett, here with Henriett Tunyogi  at the opening of Steve Jobs. I wore Saint Laurent with a Versace bag and Henriett wore a contrasting pink ensemble by Desquared2  that clung to her beautiful body and a bag by Vivienne Westwood.  Here in the The Mail.

NICOLE YOU ARE A REAL PRINCESS

What is the matter with people that they have to be so horrid? I find the comments that people make at the bottom of newspaper articles repellent.

There was a saying when I was young: "If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all"  The English are in danger of becoming a nation of haters.

The newspapers allow comments, they allow freedom of speech. However, online readers and commentators should be ashamed. The human race seems to have no kindness, understanding or interest.

I often wonder what vile faces they have, that causes them to write with such malicious intent. Today they pulled apart Nicole Kidman, a fine actress playing the part of Princess Grace of Monaco. Whether the film is good or not, they pulled her apart for no good reason.

My only comment to the family is this: you could have no finer portrayal than Miss Kidman.  Why we have to have her plastic surgery habits discussed is really of very little interest – except that within reason, why should she not have upkeep?

Miss Kidman looking every bit the Princess.

Most beauty and fashion journalists sneak off for freebies at several doctors I know. For my part, I am boycotting all comments as they have no relevance to my life or anybody else's, and are obviously written by people who are totally illiterate.  Why they want to lay into people I have no idea?

On another note, yesterday I went to the ravishing wedding of Poppy Delevingne at St Paul's, Knightsbridge. I love English weddings, the smell of summer flowers and candles. We listened to my favourite pieces of music, The Pachalbel Canon and the Vivaldi Gloria, which I have sung regularly throughout my life.  Poppy looked stunning in a dress by Chanel. Karl Largerfeld you are a genius.
I went  with Trinny Woodall who wore a  vintage Prada dress, while I wore a Victoria Beckham skirt with a white pleated skirt underneath and my favourite Stephen Jones hat. I love Poppy and her mother. Her mother stopped me being bullied when I was five years old, and beaten with a club. I will never forget her kindness. She actually cannot remember this, but I do. She has a natural purity.We then went to Kensington Palace for a delicious tea, where I saw all my old friends.

Charles Delevingne, Poppy Delevingne with  Cara in the background.

I have to say that, in defence of Botox and Nicole Kidman, those mothers who have not had any over the age of 55 are beginning to look worse for wear.

Why not play with time?, It is fun to be able to squeeze a few more years out of the ticking clock. Considering everything is available, from hormones, Botox, filler and  to face masks online, I do not understand the English woman not taking full advantage of a very reasonable and accessible way of staying looking attractive.

Nicole obviously had just visited the doctor; and in a few weeks' time, her face will calm down and she will look as fresh as  daisy. Why not? The French the Italians and The Americans all do.

The English with their freckled faces are full of trenches that were once lines. All because dogma makes women feel insecure about keeping up their appearances.

People can do what they want, but why not have fun? No point in wearing Valentino if your face looks the crocodile and not your bag.

Perhaps the writers are not illiterate and they agree with the funny Dorothy Parker: "If you can't say anything nice about someone…come and sit next to me."

Amanda Eliasch with Stephen Jones hat and Andy Wang glasses, white Prada jacket with Trinny Woodall in Vintage Prada.

PARIS COUTURE 2014: REALITY CHECK?

Couture week in Paris was sporty, about movement, ballet and opera.  Chanel's clothes were not couture in the old sense of the word but comfortable, glamorous and useful.  Gone are the days when a hat and a pair of gloves were necessary; now it is the hour of the skate board, padding the knees and elbows with a bum bag, in silver. Victor and Rolf took a ballet theme in pastels: their collection has moved on a great deal from their old harlequin look – half-clown, with a twist of sophistication. Now practicality is all the rage (and hopefully not with the couture price tag). Meanwhile, Valentino showcased an opera theme. My favourite long chiffon dress had an impractical feel to it that paradoxically confirmed the reality of such music in the contemporary world of Adele. Is the glamour of couture now irrelevant? The hordes of Koreans and Kim Kardashian in the little gilt chairs didn't seem to think so.

VALENTINO

CHANEL

The RULING COUPLE, KANYE WEST AND KIM KARDASHIAN, PUNK PAM AND THE MET BALL

Punk Rock is an age I adore.  It is my age.  The age when lyrics were dangerous, jeans were skinny and tight, and bad behaviour was cool.   I personally loved the violence, the snarls, the tight tight clothes, the aggression.  I felt dangerous, of course being too young,  I was not included, but I felt it.  The Queen of  Punk was not Madonna, although she did it so well, but really the Gogo's, in any case the cup goes to the Sex Pistols.  
Yesterday, at The Met Ball, they celebrated the coming of age of the Punk Rocker, but all who tried too hard, looked a messy shambles of badly dressed people, except Madonna.  

Declasse of course, the ripped stockings, the pointy high heals, the tartan, the piercings. We Punks are old now or getting old, and people forget quickly. The point was to celebrate punk not to wear it, unless you were one.   Ana Wintour  opted for the safer option and was plunged in flowers wearing a Chanel dress, and  Kim Kardashian wore a daring number by Riccardo Tisci.  I will of course think twice about saying anything in case some very serious fashionistas have a go at me, and Kim is heavily pregnant.  Let's say it was brave and difficult choice to make in your third trimester.  I thought she looked better in PRADA the day before.  I like simplicity and flowers generally don't do it for me, not evan on Ana Wintour. Flowers tend to expand on the derriere, or make you look like a aging Aunt. I love both Chanel and Tisci, just that I go to the safer side of the wardrobe and like plain clothes. 
I actually like to look like a punk nun, a funeral gnome.
Kim had wonderful make up, and she glistened. It is the way to go when you have only a few weeks left in pregnancy. Clever to wear plain clothes if you wish to survive criticism.  She is entitled to wear what the hell she wants, she has a small baby growing inside after all. She is also the partner to the most important family in Hollywood. The Hiltons and the Jolie's all seem to have disappeared after she has worked the city.

I realise I was entirely up to date by choosing Pam Hogg to show her clothes in Hollywood. The mother superior of punk/show girl, who has dressed every star and Diva in Los Angeles. Last week for Brit Week, she reigned at my house in Devlin Place.. She is an original, and her clothes, after three decades,  still look bang up to date today.  I loved her ideas around my pool. They would have looked perfect at the Met last night.

FRIEZE AND CO ARE STILL HOT

 London is incredible tonight,  I have twenty events and it is so overwhelming that I am going to stay in. I am in a spin, all this air kissing makes me feel very superficial. I shall miss the black jacket Chanel Party and a several others as there are just too many parties every week. Of course I love them but how can you do them all?

GED QUINN

Frieze, London's great art show was huge, and the Saatchi's are of course to be congratulated. They started it all. As the buzz grows every gallery seems to bursting with new collectors from every part of the world. The prices have gone up too of course. Luckily I did not fall in love, and lucky too that I have no more wall space. Selling my wonderful art studio in Paris, that once belonged to Tamara de Lempicka  means much of the art will be coming back to London. I did however like the Ged Quinn's as usual. Yummy pictures of cherry cakes in the style of old Dutch paintings. I first saw his work in Liverpool, and I like it more and more. 

LOVE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING 

Frieze Masters was the talk of the town though with people flying in from America to buy a Picasso or two.  So much glamour and so much celebrating. 
I managed to go to the opening of the London Film Festival and had the finest placement sitting between  Jeff Berger and Charles Layton who were interesting as they talked film and nonsense.  The BFI is an incredible organisation and the festival avant guard, I am going to most of the hot films this year.
There was also the incredible Steven Meisel photographic show that I was invited to by Belle Cannon. I fell in love with photographs of Naomi Campbell.  My happiest moment though was eating an apple in the bedroom with Kay Saatchi who I found tucked up in bed when I got home.  She had been to thirty shows.

FREE THE DOVES TO GET LOVE

Today I continued filming. I had fun with a heart, some doves and a dishy man. This was all before midday.

SUNGLASSES ARE MY BURKA

I love sunglasses. I especially adore my Alexander Wang black ones,  the first pair was stolen within five minutes of owning at a Genlux magazine, launch party. I bought them at Maxfields in Los Angeles. I put them down for a second and whoops they were stolen. This shows you how popular they are. I wear them so I can hide behind them, like a burka.  Sunglasses are in fact a European burka.
I do not want men to talk to me unless I talk to them. I started to wear them because when I did not, I was constantly talked to. I also liked them because nobody can truly know what I am thinking.  I sometimes like to be inscrutable.
I am fussy and love only a few pairs. They have to be comfortable too.  Not give me headaches or trouble and they must not be breakable as they live in my handbag which contains a camera, makeup and keys. I often just like to be discreet and hide away.

SUNGLASSES BY YSL

GLASSES BY CHANEL

GLASSES BY PRADA

GLASSES BY ALEXANDER WANG

WHAT WE NEED IS POSITIVITY AND PRAISE, IT IS THE OLYMPIC GAMES FOR GOODNESS SAKE?

Sometimes greed and optimism is just that. I was dreading flying on Virgin Airways  back to London, after the sunshine and wonderful life I have in Los Angeles. However yesterday Heathrow was quickly navigated. With my five Rimowa black suitcases,(They are the best in the world), wearing my favourite groovy black leather Chanel Jacket, over my over loved Top Shop dress and some heart shaped sun glasses, I was quickly whisked into a town which is completely empty. Under an hour I was back in my house in Chelsea, settling into my bed for some necessary sleep.  All this deady talk of delays, and talk of riding bicycles has kept everybody away.  I have to tell you it is complete bliss. 
On another note I have worn the Top Shop dress more than any other this Summer.  Thanks to George Blodwell's suggestion and his horror, I may have bought ten of them.  He teases me everyday saying "I cannot believe you are wearing that dress again"  It has allure and practicality. The glamour of Audrey Hepburn combined with modern day comfort. He thinks I am wearing the same one. I own probably 1,000 black dresses, this is the one I like the most.

The Olympics was supposedly our financial godsend and  hope for economic recovery. With everybody away the shops and streets are empty. What a surprise the spin doctors, government and public relations all got it wrong again?.
It was interesting to read Brian Sewell's mean spirited witty comments on the Olympics. Of course it was completely over the top and Her Majesty The Queen joined in.  Her Majesty is having fun and living her Autumn years to the full,  she is always a good sport.. Was it a huge amount of money down the drain? I am not sure. With all the dreariness that "ordinary" can bring I would rather have the spectacle designed by Danny Boyle.  Much more ordinary in my opinion was the Jubilee Concert for the Queen, but my thoughts are just my thoughts..  A word of negativity is much more powerful. Positivity is so much more delicious, to be in the game, much more fun.  Perhaps Mr Sewell did not have the right seat and invitation?
In any case personally I like to be in the "Game" of life and can't wait to watch the Olympics as they happen.  NBC doesn't understand this in America.  I shall be editing my film which is about to have yet another name change. The mirrored wings of a butterfly I think.

SUNGLASSES, ROLAND MOURET AND THE BUGARI HOTEL

How many pairs of sunglasses do you lose a year? I lose at least twenty. It is so irritating. Whoever picks them up are very lucky as they are always made from rare species of horn from a forgotten animal. Well that is how I see them. It is a pain in the neck when they are lost.  Today at the luxurious Bulgari hotel a pair just disappeared like magic. I had them in my hand and poof they just walked.  
I was visiting this luxurious and glamorous hotel for a lecture given by The Fashion Trust to enable fashion designers to succeed and make an impact through intelligent stratedgy.  It is a marriage between financier, artist and a tricky road for all those concerned. Roland Mouret took us through his steps to success which were touching and romantic.  Full of hope he had understanding for all parties involved.  When he started he had no ideas how to sew let alone design a dress, he just had faith he could do it. Roland just loved draping. Now his shapes are signature designs that every women knows will flatter them. He likes all  sizes of women, however some dresses are just better on the petite.  A good dress is one that looks incredible on everybody.  He has ability, success and likes to take risks. He was one of the first designers to support Pret a Porter, and they in turn bought all his collection.  Within the first few minutes of being on line he had sold most of it. 
He took a risk and it paid off.
He explained the pitfalls and losing his name. He said it was a challenge but he worked through it. He knew he would be alright. As I left I asked him what the end of his story was and he said "Well I have a flag outside my office with my name on it" Good will and belief has given him the ability to be grateful and move forward.
The lunch was delicious too and despite the loss of my black sparkly rimmed Chanel glasses I had a great time.
The British Fashion Council supports
Christopher Kane
Jonathan Saunders
Marios Schwab
Mary Katrantzou
Nicholas Kirkwood,
Peter Pilotto
Among others.

ASCOT GHOST 1880

I had such a good time yesterday even in the  pouring rain. My son Charles looked as if he was a ghost from 1880. Very chic yet with a splash of difference.  His unruly hair had been given some style by  Natalia from Real Hair.  He looked distinguished.  He asked if he could come with me and so my poor tired feet are were squeezed yet again into my YSL shoes.  Totally unsuitable for the terrain. If her Majesty, The Queen can do it, then I can too. I  definitely gambled and cannot wait. 

Friday was a successful day, my son was happy having backed a few winners and happily pocketed one hundred pounds.  The Bamford box was  full of the best dressed. Lady Bamford is definitely one of the most elegant women in England and she looked immaculate in a cream Chanel coat with pearl buttons and an adorable box hat along with her daughter Alice, they both have allure and style. Their box was lots of fun and with a serious edge too. They truly love racing.

FASHION's LOST ITS WAY IN PARIS, IT's ALL ABOUT CASHY CASH

A much more entertaining time with Victoria Grant

I am in the world's centre of Fashion, Paris. But instead of beating through the barriers I am going to spend the afternoon with Victoria Grant, one of the most charming milliners in the business, and have some fun. The shows can wait, because they make me wait.
What can I say about fashion, this multi-million pound business, this business that I have loved all my life, and the pleasure of seeing its shows and the new seasons come and go? Can I be truthful? Well, the truth is this: because all the houses are huge and money is their raison d'etre, the whole business has become contaminated. Talented designers are lured and bribed with mansions, limos, flunkeys, and their creativity diminishes. The result? The business has lost, through greed, so many talented designers that now the clothes look plain ordinary. The seasons come and go and really never change. What is the point of a fashion show if showing is so dull? As I advised the other day, go to the back of your wardrobe and become your own stylist. Let's fight back! The designers should remain small and attractive entities under their own brand names.
I used to love the shows, but the amount of calls I have had to place already makes going a total bore. Then on top of that, you arrive and are treated like you are entering a prison camp, by big burly clipboard-Nazi bouncers. Now, this won't happen to Franca Sozzani and Anna Wintour, who are treated with the respect they deserve. But I too am an editor for Genlux Magazine, in Los Angeles, where the clothes are actually worn, by people who can afford them and need them, and here I am writing this! So perhaps the PR companies could be a little more polite and see what is happening to this once wonderful profession.

Does it have to be about selling scent to impressionable women in the duty free shops? Should it be about the amount of adverting space Louis Vuitton takes in Vogue?  Marc Jacobs is more talented than this.

(And by the way, the only one houses with any manners – which these days seem a rarity – were Vivienne Westwood, who sent an invitation without nagging, and Alexander McQueen... perhaps because I bought the whole shop?) 
Marc Jacobs sadly has not a good memory, I bought all his real collection, and his one for Louis Vuitton and lived in a fairy alice dress all last year, with three sparkly bags, I am more than faithful. Okay he is in America, but he represents a French house. As for Chanel, well... it was impossible....
Oh well...

Wearing Marc Jacobs dress, with a Mui Mui shawl and YSL shoes for the Britannia  Awards, Los Angeles

Wearing Alexander Mcqueen coat, Emilia Wickstead dress, Louix Vuitton belt, Chanel Sunglasses,

Europe is broke and do these houses want to turn away a rich editor who actually buys her clothes and who represents a much richer economy?

WHAT I AM DOING IS WHAT I AM DOING. THANK YOU GOD FOR A LOVELY TIME

I keep reminding myself the pearls of wisdom Gizzy gave me a few years ago from Raja Yoga in London, for those not in the know, it is a Yoga for cultivating the brain.  Her words were this."Do not forget that what you are doing is what you are doing" So what I am doing is having an incredible time if I think about it.  I am hugely grateful to all those who are part of my life.  Tonight I dashed around, I wanted to stay put, but could not less I offend someone.
First I went to Focus Feature party at The Chateau Marmont, for their films and in particular I was kindly asked to go with Jack again to see his friend Gary Oldman and his wife Alexandra. She was beautifully dressed in a emerald green sequin dress by Dolce and Gabbana.  She looked ravishing.  I talked to Gary who I truly admire. He is down to earth and you would never believe he was up for an oscar tomorrow. He was so pleasant, relaxed and focused.  He was describing his dinner jacket tomorrow by Paul Smith,  it sounded  incredible with navy blue velvet piping.  His mother is going too, she is 92 and has a wonderful sense of humour. Three weeks ago I took her to lunch at Soho House where we talked about musicals and film. This woman was on the ball. Attractive and vital she was definitely the mother of one of our greatest living actors.

Then I went to Chanel and Charles Finch's party at the best Italian Restaurant in town. Medeo. I truly love chatting with Sidney his wife. Sadly it was too busy but there was Dustin Hoffman with all the beautiful people, Charles, always give a great party.  I was invited by Sydney his wife and sat talking with the charming Susan and Richard Young who was photographing everybody. I see them usually with Tracey Emin in London. Tracey gives good parties too, she knows how to entertain and is totally egalitarian.  If you are there, she loves you. I think this is a rare and beautiful characteristic.  We sat and commended her.   Leaving the Chanel party with a bottle of delicious Gardenia Scent I felt a  very lucky girl. So what I am doing is what I am doing. I am spraying myself as I slip my toes into delicious new sheets and know that I shall sleep well after reading Finch's Quarterly.

MONTBLANC AND MY FACE CHANGE

It has been red carpet week in Los Angeles and I have looked terrible. I just could not get it together.  I was tired and washed out . I did not recognise my face, the skin looked like cottage cheese and I had dark shadows everywhere.  A friend on the internet said to me "you look exhausted"  Sun at my age is out of the question, if I don't get skin cancer I will get leathery skin. If I use a spray tan it somehow looks a little fake on my face.  I do need a holiday that is true, I hate them but need one.  I did two plays back to back, and two exhibitions and moved houses whilst doing the new one up.  I love that frantic pace, the adrenaline of working.  My girl friend, the make up artist,  Tonya Crooks said crisply "Change your make up. I was a little horrified, I have been using Chanel make up for many years and she was suggesting I use La Prairie?  I thought at first it was bullshit.  She suggested I use the Nars oil free pro prime and then put skin caviar concealer foundation, from La Prairie, on afterwards.  Hey presto I looked back to my normal self. All it took was a trip to Saks to feel a million dollars.  Check for yourself. My hair I was worried about too, am I too blonde, is it too curly should I give up?. Tanya said "No, why give up when you have just bought the most incredible house and you are happy?" I suppose sometimes I would like to get the slippers out and curl up with my new book and read some of the poetry by Ezra Pound I have just been sent.  Angela Kalinowski said she will add some highlights when she comes back on Monday and Gia Sinatra set to work or following her careful instructions which she did beautifully. That with my new Karl Lagerfeld collar I felt as if I was game set and match.

AMANDA WEARING A KARL LAGERFELD COLLAR FROM NET A PORTER,

A dress by Emilia Wickstead, Coat by Chanel, Belt from Louis Vuitton, Handbag Marc Jacobs, glasses by Prada. Hair by Gia Sinatra.

ME AND YASSI MAZANDI ARTIST AND WIT

Montblanc's breakfast today to celebrate Princess Grace of Monaco, was set at the Bel Air Hotel, serving Caviar we were all totally spoilt. I saw half of London there. among the guests were filmmaker, Julia Verdin, Pilar Boxford, Lady Victoria Hervey and artist, Yassi Mazandi.

PILAR BOXFORD AND JACK ENGLISH

JULIA VERDIN and JACK ENGLISH

THE PRESS RELEASE

"For the first time, Montblanc showcased the complete Collection Princesse Grace de Monaco, a tribute to the timeless iconic elegance of Princess Grace of Monaco. Regarded as the epitome of classic beauty, this collection features fine and high jewellery as well as writing instruments and timepieces in the Swiss watch-making tradition.  The style and spirit that captivated film audiences around the world during the golden age of Hollywood and made Grace Kelly a subject of adoration, returned to Los Angeles to shine on the red carpet during the Academy Awards."

It had actresses choose pieces that they loved.  It was a perfect setting and timing to put all worlds together.  With perfect manners Ingrid Roosen-Trinks, greeted us at the door.  What a change that is in this mad mad world, where people forget to say thank you.


Here I am making a wish for them.

THIS SEASONS A-Z of EVERYTHING I WOULD LIKE

This season is prim with a dark sensuality underneath.....
Black laced boots from Alexander Mcqueen. White collars and lace, pretending to 
show yet showing nothing. Pucci, Dolce and Gabbana, long tight skirts from Marc 
Jacobs. This is who I am and what I like to see..a vampire crossed with a 
widow... A funeral gnome. Best look is from Madonna's new film WE, white 
collars, shirts buttoned up, and hair severely parted in the middle but still 
romantic. Let's'throw away the track suit and become totally well dressed and 
beautiful once again.

A is for a purse in silver by Alexander Mcqueen to hide my mobile 
B is for the operas by Bellini and for improving your brain, and sex appeal in 
snakeskin  Balenciaga sandels, and black blue satin nail varnish.by Chanel
C is for everything I love, chanel jackets and fake jewellery, Clergerie boots 
for comfort and speed
D is for dangerous liasons with diamonds which will dig you out of trouble  by 
David Morris
E is for elitist vintage elegance
F is for Fendi and for their beautiful clothes and leather jackets 
G is for Gucci and use their monogrammed bags and this seasons  long colourful 
coats
H is for Hermes a simple silver cuff and the romance of old scents like Caleche
I is for ink and writing perfect letters
J is for the perfect watch by Jaeger-leCoutre
K is for kissing with bright red lips by YSL
L is for capturing Love at the Louvre  use scent by Coco de Mer number one and 
wear Louis Vuitton's black shirt with white collars and high waisted shorts..and 
black eye liner by L'oreal.
M is for Madonna the Queen of Pop who has become a fashion plate.
N is for a book on Nietzche to expand the brain
O is for Charlotte Olympia's'piano shoes, and anything from her, I love her 
black spider beret's'
P is for a simple black dress by Prada, it lasts forever and always looks good.
Q is for Queenie  a tiny box wrapped, a tiny present, in delicious wrapping 
paper, a secret.
R is for Nina Ricci's strappy shoes that will take you into the night and a warm 
coat by Rick Owens.
S is for the customised lobster ring by Stephen Webster
T is for a pure white shirt by Riccardo Tisci for Givenchy
U is for allure in the latest underwear by La Perla, little corsets with green 
satin trimming and net. 
V is for Vivienne Westwoods corset dresses in black to give me the perfect waist
W is a dream to turn my blonde curls in Wallis Simpson glamour and copy Andrea 
Risborough's look in WE.
X kisses for the cards you bother to write with a montblanc pen.. 
Y is for the most comfortable and sexy platforms in the world, by YSL...
And  for the YSL tuxedo black cape Jacket.
Z is for a long string of pearls by Zeta Graff with diamonds.
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