Edward Meadham once told me he was interested in codes. “The codes of dressing, these languages,” were the words he used. Then we went off on a tangent about Chanel. But that idea of “coding through clothes has stuck with me ever since, whenever looking at a Meadham Kirchhoff collection.
Every allotment needs fruit bushes and trees. Compared to vegetables, fruit is fairly low maintenance – once you sort out the pruning, nourishing with well-rotted manure and netting your harvest to keep the birds off.
I got my first allotment nearly four years ago – actually, about a week before I gave birth to my daughter. [...]
Referencing is an odd thing in fashion. After all, there’s virtually nothing that hasn’t been done before when it comes to clothes. It shows: in London, we saw heavy homage paid – read: rip-offs made – to Yohji Yamamoto, Jean Paul Gaultier, John Galliano, and even Valentino. The latter is a sure-fire commercial hit. The former are the latest mood to seize designers, and the all-important stylists who help them pull their collections together. They pull together quite a few collections. Which is perhaps why the results often end up looking old hat. It’s difficult not to start playing fashion train-spotter, trying to pin the collections and editorials down that designers have been referencing. It’s difficult not to the point the finger, to shout it out.
DEFRA figures state that in October 158,000 cows were slaughtered in Britain. Let’s not pretend their end was anything but grizzly, terrifying and miserable – but things don’t need to be this way.
The plan to ban smoking in cars, where children are passengers, prompted an interesting call to our radio show this week.
The other day, while covering the Wythenshawe by-election, I went to visit my friend Kate, who lives in Manchester with her husband Mike and their two sons. I took the traditional bottle of wine as a gift, but also, stuffed in my overnight bag, was a knobbly root of horseradish, freshly yanked out of my [...]
There are a couple of mouthwatering FA Cup clashes over the weekend, both with interesting sub-plots.
During winter, I have a habit of staring at the blank canvas of soil on many of my allotment beds, peering closely to see if anything is growing.
This season it’s all change at Marc by Marc Jacobs – a name that, incidentally, may be being jettisoned, according to a recent interview with Jacobs himself. Maybe that’s because Marc by Marc Jacobs isn’t by Marc Jacobs anymore. It’s by a British twosome, Katie Hillier and Luella Bartley, creative director and head designer respectively, who were brought on to grab MBMJ by the scruff of its honestly-rather-dull neck and give it a bit of a shake-up.
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