Saturday, 30 July 2011

What Are They Looking At?


In Edinburgh today...



Miss Zara Phillips, the Queen's granddaughter, thirteenth in line to the throne and champion equestrian arriving at  Canongate Kirk for her marriage to Mike Tindall, captain of the English Rugby team.




Princesses Eugenie & Beatrice

Now, hands up if you own a pair of 'nude' patent leather  heels  !





After being so rude about  milliner Philip Treacy the other day, I do rather love
The Duchess of Cornwall's hat.






The mother of the bride Princess Anne who has a very individual style.  I have always suspected she's dressed by an upholsterer.  I also happen to think she's a fantastic no-nonsense role model.





The Earl and Countess of Wessex.  Sophie's normally discreet style has been attacked
by aliens.




Amy Williams, apparently a champion skeleton racer.  A what  ..?  Has she just been in an argument with a chicken coop?





A soap star called Katherine Kelly looking just ever so slightly too good to be true




Nathalie Pinkham - scroll down so you can't see that hat because the dress is lovely



Kirsty Gallagher sporting a little green Martian number  with her man who has forgotten to put his photo ID  away.  Yes, you even have to prove you're not a terrorist at royal weddings.




Her Majesty in her chaussures de nos jours



Sir Jackie and Lady Stewart.  I am bored with the shoe gag now but who'd notice hers
next to those cheeky tartan hose? 



The Bride and Groom.  Their kids won't necessarily get that nose - unless they play rugby too.




 Top image courtesy The Guardian and the rest courtesy The Daily Mail







Sunday, 12 June 2011

Giddy UP


In haste before pushing off for a week's holiday. It's that horsey thing again.  Fascinated by them but still pretty scared of them.  I did the first four sketches at one of London's greatest inner city patches of countryside, Mudchute Farm on the Isle of Dogs.  It's attractive, clean and lacks officiousness - great atmosphere.

Marvellous stableyard with over a dozen horses sticking their heads out to be drawn, nicely framed by the darkness of their boxes.  


And some were  patiently being groomed






Others a little impatient to be out




There were young women and little girls were busying themselves in the way that always fascinates me: that slightly self-important way of pushing wheelbarrows, bossing noble creatures around as if they were toddlers and negotiating the hierarchy between themselves.



Finally, my tribute to Stubbs and Ucello from drawing at the National Gallery the other day. It's free!  I recommend it.






Monday, 6 June 2011

Back In The Day


Feeling red-faced for stranding my blog back at the Royal Wedding and leaving that unfortunate image of Princess Beatrice hanging around.  The good news, on the off chance you haven't heard, is that she sold the damn hat on e-bay for £81,100.01 with the proceeds going to Unicef and Children in Crisis.   That's a genuinely happy ending to a bit of a nightmare.


But I had my own Kafkaesque nightmare on Saturday.   Having offered to meet the glorious Diane Torr, who never travels light, from London's Charing Cross station and help with one of her rucksacks,  I awoke to find that someone had hit me over the head with a sledgehammer.


I just managed to call and give her an alternative travel plan then fell back to sleep.  Next time I woke she was leaning on my door bell around lunchtime, poor thing.  We were so looking forward to seeing each other and going to Broadway Market, the Tracey Emin show at the Hayward Gallery and more.  So at this point I just managed a cup of tea and to suggest she get in touch with some other chums before I was feverishly back in bed with another whack from the hammer.  The arms of Morpheus didn't feel so sweet any more.








Next I am aware that Radio 4's been blaring into my locked-in syndrome for bloody hours and I fumble beside the bed to turn it down.  It must be dawn and how on earth has Diane managed to sleep through this din? It's horrible. It's so complicated the news,  everything's happening at once, it's complicated, it's loud, it's complicated, it's horrible.. aarrrrrrggggggh.  I claw myself out of bed, stagger on to the landing. Diane's bedroom is empty oh my god!  Why didn't she come back last night?  Jesus is she OK?  I'm shaky but I go downstairs for a drink.  It's  7 o'clock  and I slump into a chair staring vacantly at the clock.  Then I feel a lurking sense of terror.  The sky isn't getting any lighter.    




It's getting darker.   



And darker.   I don't understand!  


 Well yes, it finally dawns on me that I haven't even had a good night's shuteye.    I call D and she's on her way home. 'I tried to rouse you from your sleeping beautyhood but you just wouldn't wake up.  After a while I decided to go out. Do you need any supper?' 


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One good thing.  I seem to have got rid of my writer's block but who knows?  I at least hope I'm back soon.



Friday, 29 April 2011

A Bit of a Mystery..



Why was Princess Beatrice looking like a Cretan fertility goddess at the Royal Wedding?


Mais quel dommage!  because her really beautiful Valentino couture dress and coat were daftly eclipsed by the headpiece.  



Personally, I'd shoot a few milliners pour encourager les autres starting with the massively over-rated Philip Treacy.  This is what he did to Princess Eugenie (wearing a curious blue historicist number by Vivien Westwood)




and  to the Duchess of Cornwall.   (Where is she?) Once again, the ensemble is overwhelmed/cancelled out by the hat.  But I tell you what, she makes a fantastic Farrow & Ball paint chart.






Uh oh, socialite Tara Palmer Tomkinson also falls for a Treacy art installation.  As this is a family publication I probably won't go any further.




Call me old fashioned... or call me something worse.

Thursday, 7 April 2011

Revealing Aspects of War from a Woman's Perspective



Evelyn Dunbar A Land Girl and the Bail Bull 1945


 I had a memorable time today at the private view of London's Imperial War Museum's new exhibition Women War Artists  here because it's a stunning show and I met up again with two of the contributors.   Linda Kitson was the official war artist in the Falklands Conflict (1982) in which my husband was involved and Rozanne Hawksley and I both grew up amongst the Royal Navy in Portsmouth.  More about both of them later.


Funny, except it isn't, how so many women artists get written out of art history or are simply undervalued.  Naturally I had heard of Laura Knight whom I wrote about here last year.  But others who documented both world wars were unknown to me.  Not only were they highly competent painters and illustrators but  they  had an unflinching and compassionate eye for what was going on in the margins of a nation at war - the hospitals, the factories,  the aftermath of bombing raids and the plight of the elderly, the children, the wounded and the prisoners.  


Norah Neilson-Gray The Scottish Women's Hospital: In The Cloister of the Abbaye at Royaumont. Dr Frances Ivens inspecting a French patient 1920


Doris Zinkeisen Human Laundry, Belsen: April 1945  1945  Each stall in the stable had a table on which the patients were washed by German prisoners before being treated in hospital


Stella Schmolle The Dough Room: Aldershot Command Bakery 1943


Ethel Gabain Sandbag Filling, Islington Borough Council 1941


Anna Airy A Shell Forge at a National projectile Factory, Hackney Marshes, London 1918


Priscilla Thornycroft Runaway Horse in an Air Raid Alarm 1939 - painted in 1955 it was an image that had stayed in the artist's mind

As you can see, the work in this exhibition is poignant, wry, shocking, resonant, relevant.  
Also featured are contemporary artists like Mona Hatoum whose mother was caught up in the conflict in Palestine and Frauke Eigen who deals with ethnic cleansing in Kosovo.  There is just too much powerful commentary and eye-witness for me to include, alas. Curated by Kathleen Palmer, her accompanying book is outstanding in the quality of the illustrations, the documentation and the analysis.


In 1982 when Argentina invaded the Falkland Islands Linda Kitson  was commissioned to accompany the Task Force that sailed to regain them.  Although she was originally intended to disembark at Ascension Island she became the first woman artist to accompany troops throughout the campaign. Having met her, one can imagine her response to any man ordering her to pack up and retreat to a safer place.  She  produced many drawings like this which may appear provisional but exactly capture the immediacy, the drama and the detail of the moment.


Linda Kitson 2nd Battalion Scots Guards in the Sheep Sheds at Fitzroy, 17 June 1982  

 Linda Kitson Sir Galahad Moored at Fitzroy. She continued to burn until she was towed out to sea and sunk as a war grave. 16 June 1982




Linda Kitson 'The only important thing is to save is this portfolio of drawings please..' 1982

Incidentally, whilst at the Imperial War Museum today I was told this true story.  When Margaret Thatcher, who was Prime Minister during the Falklands War,  was introduced to an Argentinian general many years later, she simply said to him 'Don't do it again!' and walked away.

Finally, it was a treat to see Rozanne Hawksley  whom I had met on board HMS Belfast. The cruiser that had served in the Arctic convoys in World War II is moored in the Thames as an annex of the Imperial War Museum.  Hawksley's installation on the theme of memento mori with references to her grandmother's stitching of blue jean collars  resonated with me because like her I had grown up in the major naval port of Portsmouth and vividly remember the Guildhall Square packed with servicemen on Remembrance Sunday in the postwar era.  


 Rozanne Hawksley For Alice Hunter (her grandmother who sewed them)




 Rozanne Hawksley Memorial Wreath featuring the skull of a seagull, the traditional black Macclesfield silk square that was rolled into a tie round the sailor's collar and the cap tally



 Her iconic Pale Armistice 1991 in the collection of the Imperial War Museum and part of the Women War Artists exhibition.

Although Rozanne confessed to being 80 she is the most lively and engaging company. We somehow found ourselves drinking more wine than was really good for us at lunchtime. I staggered home on the no. 388  with three new books, some postcards and, unaccountably,
a not terribly small toy rabbit.  My old man told me I was worse than one of his sailors on a typical run ashore ..

Acknowledgment: the Imperial War Museum for all the illustrations.

Friday, 1 April 2011

Strawberry blues

Latest:  April Fool Alert!!! 

Now here's an interesting thing.  If you stick out your tongue and say 'Blue' at the same time you can taste strawberries.   For the science behind this neuro-linquistic discovery at the Flora Poli Research Institute click here.


Thanks to Alex West Friday 1 April 2011

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Apocalypse Now



At the end of last year I found myself predicting that 2011 would somehow be 'apocalyptic' but never thought I'd witness it so graphically on my television screen.  It's almost impossible to imagine what it means in terms of human life, love, livelihood to the Japanese people but this is my insignificant message of condolence.  I have huge respect and affection for that Nation.









Thursday, 3 March 2011

GUSOV - The Gestalt


The interest I declare in these images is that the photographer Sasha Gusov happens to be an acquaintance of mine and kindly sent me his two books Belarus - Terra Incognita and Locusts *.  But also that I love the way he juxtaposes them on facing pages.  The sum becomes even greater than the parts.



I suppose that like any great photographer he finds the remarkable in the every day.




He is playful 





without being cynical 



  always witty 




often trenchant



Any diminution in the quality of the image is definitely my fault in the scanning.  Gusov will be wincing - he will have to forgive me.




*The black + white photographs are from Locusts pub. Thames & Hudson 2008; the coloured from Belarus pub. by Sasha Gusov in association with Hurtwood Press.

 
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