I came across Dianna and Karl (the Netherland dwarf rabbit) again this week. I'd been walking about with a few assistants pushing around racks of trench coats coaxing people to put them on and strike a pose, but after Madonna and Lady GaGa striped naked in a desperate plea to be photographed in one of our coats, I gave just up.
And as I turned away, I saw them again, like two headlight shocked dear staring into my lens. Dianna was on a pet shopping spree. She told me of the recent consignment of lost pets she had found and aptly named; Kate the stick insect, Gaultier the lemur and Anna the bush-baby.
As I talked to Dianna, Karl would curiously pop his head out, take a sniff of two and retreat back into his albatros-freather head-dress (sourced from the Isabella Blow archives), which smelt faintly of wood shavings and ammonia, rather like some of the latest christmas perfumes I have sampled (you know which I mean).
I am so glad I ran into Dianna and Karl again, it was a breath of strangely scented air to my dreary day.
I'm fake I'm hip and I know it. Hotter than a glued on Fendi badge. Hotter than a fake Louis V bag. I travel the fashion capitals of the world to take hip photographs of people and then photoshop them out of recognition just because I can, I am the fake sartorialist after all and everything I do becomes fashion history the second I click 'Post to Blog'
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
On The Street….Finding Marlin and Dory, NYC
I met Marlin and Dory a few months ago while smoking a pack of Vogue slims at a Starbucks on 6th. They approached me immediately. I was caught a bit unawares but quickly slipped out my Mont Blanc fountain pen, ready to sign my book or some rounded piece of flesh, but alas they had other things in mind.
I was given their eloquent pitch for an electronic cigarette. Its all the rage in Wall Street at the moment with the recession and all. I assured them I needn't save any money. I am after all one of The Time's top 100 Design Influencers. But they persisted and brought out their latest model; a Gaultier, leather strapped, VM-2000-e1. I wavered as Dory said in a raspy, vacant tone: 'Go on, try it'.
I gripped the leather strapped tube puckered my lips and drew on it gently. I couldn't even hear the microprocessor activating the e-liquid (an extremely pure form of nicotine) atomizer and frankly I didn't care, smoking is all about the looks after all. And there can be nothing hotter than sucking on a leather Gaultier stick.
So I bought ten of them in colours matching my iPod Shuffle and Nano collection and every few weeks I meet Marlin and Dory to get re-stocked on my e-liquid packs and button batteries.
I was given their eloquent pitch for an electronic cigarette. Its all the rage in Wall Street at the moment with the recession and all. I assured them I needn't save any money. I am after all one of The Time's top 100 Design Influencers. But they persisted and brought out their latest model; a Gaultier, leather strapped, VM-2000-e1. I wavered as Dory said in a raspy, vacant tone: 'Go on, try it'.
I gripped the leather strapped tube puckered my lips and drew on it gently. I couldn't even hear the microprocessor activating the e-liquid (an extremely pure form of nicotine) atomizer and frankly I didn't care, smoking is all about the looks after all. And there can be nothing hotter than sucking on a leather Gaultier stick.
So I bought ten of them in colours matching my iPod Shuffle and Nano collection and every few weeks I meet Marlin and Dory to get re-stocked on my e-liquid packs and button batteries.
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