Credo che ci siano poche cose che possano eguagliare il mio ultimo venerdì sera. Non ho dovuto fare altro che uscire dall’ufficio un po’ prima del solito e precipitarmi entro le 5 al V&A, per sedermi e lasciarmi intrattenere dallo spettacolo della moda.
Vestiti portabili e desiderabili o fatti al solo scopo di scandalizzare, modelle, effetti luci e suoni coinvolgenti. Questo è quello che, con poche variabili, si vede durante una sfilata. Del resto basta guardare un telegiornale durante la settimana della moda o sfogliare qualunque rivista, ed ecco svelati tutti i misteri, anche il dietro le quinte.
L’innovazione sta nel fatto che il V&A – e lo giuro, non lavoro per il loro ufficio stampa – ha pensato bene di aprire questa esperienza, che di solito è riservata agli addetti ai lavori, al grande pubblico, creando una serie di eventi centrati sulla moda dal titolo Fashion in Motion.
Non potete immaginare il sorriso che si è aperto sul mio volto nel momento in cui l’invito per la sfilata di Fyodor Golan è arrivato in ufficio, accompagnato dalla possibilità di portare un ospite. Allargo quindi all’amica Cilli, che ama tutto quello che riguarda il design e già ne sa parecchio, ma che soprattutto che può permettersi di essere lì all’ora prescritta. Con grande piacere scopriamo che il nostro posto è in prima fila. Non male sentirsi un po’ Anna Wintour.
La sfilata non ci intrattiene e soddisfa. Se fossi un’addetta ai lavori, avrei segnato una decina di modelli da ordinare. Fyodor Golan sono un duo di cui sentiremo parlare ancora, molto presto. Fin dal loro debutto, quando nel 2010 hanno vinto il Fashion Fringe Award, hanno catturato l’attenzione e la stima di molti. Nelle loro creazioni si riflette l’influenza dei maestri Alexander McQueen e Issey Miyake – da cui si sono formati – e l’ispirazione di respiro più ampio fornita da artisti come Frida Kahlo e Pedro Almodovar. Il risultato sono abiti femminili e sofisticati, dove materiali come la pelle e la seta vengono lavorati con sapienza, per creare forme piene e risultati stupefacenti.
Golan Frydman at the V&A
I cannot think about a better way of spending my Friday evening than the one I experienced this Friday night. All I had to do was leave the office earlier than usual and be at the V&A by 5 pm, in order to sit through something as fabulous as a fashion catwalk.
We all know that clothes, models, amazing light and sound effects are the ingredients of the catwalk. We have all seen them far too many times on TV and through the lens of a camera. The V&A – I swear, I do not work for their PR or press office – managed to open this extraordinary experience to the general public via a series of events and catwalks called Fashion in Motion.
I was lucky enough to be invited to the front row of the Fyodor Golan’s show, a designer’s duo we will hear more and more about. I brought my design conscious friend Cilli and we were both stunned by the creations of these two young designers. Their label’s debut backs to 2010 and since then they have – quite rightly – attracted lots of attention, winning the Fashion Fringe Award in 2011. The influence of Alexander McQueen and Issey Miyake – where they previously worked – and artists such as Frida Kahlo and Pedro Almodovar are visible in the shapes, colors and attention for details that shines through their work.
I could picture myself wearing very happily most of their highly worked garments and leatherworks, all full of feminine attitude.
Following my exciting photo-shoot at Stylist Magazine, here is the result of the survey
http://www.stylist.co.uk/people/the-stylist-census#image-rotator-1 and one of the several pictures featuring their lovely readers. You can spot me if you know who I am.
Following the shoot, they approached me two days before going to press and asked if I wanted to talk more about one of the trends that emerged from my interview and many others.
I agreed gracefully to talk about this topic, so I sent them my thoughts at 11.30 at night. Journalists are ALWAYS hitting a deadline. Pity they didn’t publish it, but as I own the copyright on these thoughts, here they are. The subject? Babies.
Baby Blues? Not me. I turned 30 a year ago and the desire of becoming a mother hasn’t reached me yet. Not in the slightest possible way. This is despite the fact that biology suggests that is the most natural thing to do at my age – both socially and at work I find myself surrounded by young women who are having their first or second child.
My priorities are my career and the desire to become a well rounded, fulfilled adult. I am well on the way – but I haven’t got there yet. After my Masters eight years ago I swapped Milan for London to improve my English, but never left. Now I have a wonderful job and fantastic boyfriend to share a mortgage with…but I feel still like I left university only few months ago!
There is just too much I enjoy about life in London to sacrifice for the sake of a child: I love my 8 to 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep a night, lying in bed and reading the paper on Sunday morning until midday, being able to go out every night – even if it is just to a have a chat and a drink with a friend – fitting a very sociable life, going to exhibitions, making my own jewellery, and following my multiple hobbies without thinking about it twice. I enjoy being flexible, being in a position to move or travel long distance for work, without planning complicated domestic arrangements.
Does it sound familiar for anyone else?
Despite being a West London girl, one of my favourite places in London is Columbia Road.
It is now almost too famous and popular for its own good, and a mecca for those into “not on the high street” items: one shop offers 50’s style makeover, another sells and teaches patchwork techniques, followed by another one specialised in fountain pens and high end letter paper, all for your amusement.
You need to get up early on Sunday morning if you want to enjoy it fully. Aim to get there before 10, then grab a coffee and a slice of cake, or a bacon sandwich roll once there, enjoying the lovely road at its best. The atmosphere is beautiful, before the crowds inundate the space from 11 and linger until much later in the afternoon.
I prefer to go there on Saturday, when the road is not occupied by the market stalls and by wannabe photographers, so I can get the chance to browse the shops properly, paying a visit to the perfume master Angela Flanders (http://angelaflanders-perfumer.com) or the gallery Our House. In this little and quirky space I had the chance to see the latest show of Robina Doxi – a Swedish artist who I have been following closely for the last few years.
I bought one of her prints few years ago, and it has followed me through several house moves through the city and is now looking at me, sitting comfortably on one of the walls in the sitting room.
Her exhibition is a multisensory experience, involving sight and smell, and her works bravely aim to explore the human existence and our position within the universe, transferring her findings on a series of painting. Each piece of work can be interpreted in multiple ways, and even hung in two or more different ways. This approach allows the viewers to look at each work with a different perspective and invite them to play with the idea of other possible worlds, even taking a break from the real one, so often so intense and crowded. Exactly as Columbia Road on Sunday after 11.
I am not going to pretend to be a wine connoisseur and claiming a deep knowledge of vino. I am very good at bluffing about Italian wines and getting the British Lord’s deep knowledge and support for anything else with alcohol in it, with the exception of boozy desserts.
I know far too well that the way to my heart goes through my eyes, and I am always up to get my arm twisted by good design and innovation. I usually get my alcohol for special occasions and special people from another well known and established wine shop in St James’s, but on this case I was on the wrong side of Mayfair and – as usual – had little time to do so. I needed a vintage whisky, so I walked into this place that I had never seen before. It is called Hedonism Wines not by chance. The exposed brick walls and the floor to ceiling glass cabinets got my full attention, and the great Christmas decorations did the rest. I was suddenly in a chic winter wonderland. And a live vines was growing up the walls which hold bottles of wine!
Great shopping experience, the staff on hand is charming and knowledgeable. And if you want to continue your shopping in the West End and not carry the weight around, they will deliver to any central London address, within an hour.