Tagged: David bowie

January 26, 2017

Yellow! How are you?

Laters, Kate x

January 11, 2016

David Bowie x

RIP David Bowie, the man who’s gone to heaven.

Hot tracks, cool suits, he was the slipstream where art and narrative collided.

I met him many moons ago as a film extra – we chatted over a chicken sandwich whilst having our hair highlighted together..he would eventually cut my throat. Not many people can say that..

The Picasso of pop and an enigma to the end: A superstar that, in a news crazy world where titbits are commodity and nothing is sacred, managed to keep his illness a secret and death a shock. Utter respect.

Laters, Kate x

May 28, 2013

Influences..

Formidable artist through every layer of his being, true renaissance man and style icon, this post is dedicated to the delight that is David Bowie.

(Photo: Getty Images)

Hankering for a loose, louche nineties suit.

(photo Mick Rock)

The length on that jacket. Divine.

(Everett Collection/Rex Feature)

Ahead of his time: Nothing new about a silk floral bomber.

(photo: Michael Ochs Archives)

Katherine Hepburn would’ve been proud. A delicious pair of trousers

– coutured simplicity.

(Photo: Ron Gelella/Wire Image)

New take on the bow tie, a long time before Jemma Lyons.

Optical illusionist.

(Photo: Terry O’Neill/ Hulton Archives/Getty Images)

Hot colour.

(Photo: Antonia Billie/Getty Images)

Cool suits.

The original monochrome.

(Photo Studio Cane/Rex Features)

Ultimate accessories.

Prepared to push the style boundaries.

He just is a remarkable creation.

Laters, Kate x

March 9, 2013

Oooh ay Mouret!

I got a giddy thrill when I realised what exactly Roland Mouret had chosen as the inspiration for his fall 2013 ready to wear collection…nothing less than Catherine Deneuve in the 1983 film The Hunger..

A three-in-one sliding doors moment of revelation, sparks and vivid memories with many things colliding – first there is Mouret, the fashion designer and the inventor of the infamous Galaxy dress, then there is Catherine Deneuve – the aloof and mysterious film star and a fully fledged MasonBentley style icon as one of the world’s most elegant women.. and then there is the beguiling fact that I – yep, as in ‘moi’ – I was actually in The Hunger…along with David Bowie and Susan Sarandon, all directed by Tony Scott…

I played the musical double to this girl – can’t remember her name now – but in the movie it was Alice. We all played in a piano trio together practising Schubert.

Alice played the violin (well, I did)

David bowie the Cello (I first met him at the hairdressers with me under a halo of hedgehog-like highlighting foils. Most glamorous – but we did share a sandwich together!)

And Catherine Deneuve on the piano. Which was completely bonkers, especially when you realise that with a modicum of musical knowledge, we were all sitting in the wrong positions – but hey – that’s show business! and the light has to take precedence..

I was a little shadow happily lost in a fairytale – the bulk of the filming was done in a huge, stunningly beautiful old house encased in marble round the back of the Dorchester Hotel in Mayfair and I spent many a day watching in the wings, amazed by the amount of smoke they used and talking to costume, make-up and hair. I have graphic memories of the clothes..the lovely lady in charge of costume had just won an Oscar for Chariots of Fire (Kate, always wear pastels – they are your colour!) and I can see the influence of that film running through The Hunger…it was sophisticated, graceful…

But this wasn’t what inspired mouret…he looked to the edgy club scene in the opening scenes and the underlying aggressive, feral emotions that permeate the movie..

Check out the sunnies and the harder edges..and see the influence:

(courtesy of style.com)

(courtesy of style-com)

(courtesy of style.com)

I particularly love the cream coat and the trousers above – and it is wonderful to be reminded of a special time in my life… there was talk of me having a proper part – playing Deneuve’s daughter – and I actually got taken out on a wardrobe buying mission…but the idea got canned…however I did get to have my throat cut by David Bowie..