Yesterday began with breakfast of cakes and coffee at Maison Bertaud on Greek Street with Tania who showed off her occasional gallery – very crowded with nondescript paintings by Noel Fielding.
The great find at the show was the animated video art piece tucked in the back of the cellar and REALLY worth checking out or indeed buying.
We had lunch at Patisserie Valerie and looked at the parade of boys and freaks.
Yesterday evening took taxi from Chelsea to Serpentine Gallery Pavilion opening at the behest of architect Tom Croft. Saw many people from the past who all seemed delighted to see me. The pavilion, designed by Jean Nouvel, was very red and surrounded by soggy turf. There was some consternation about his eligibility – apparently the point of this yearly event is to commission emerging architects not those in the twilight of their career.
We were invited to Richard Rogers house after the Serpantine event but I really couldn’t be bothered so we caught the bus back to Soho where we met Matt who pushed us into a cab and over the river to Vauxhall.
Toured sad, empty Vauxhall gay bars ending up in Balans back on Old Compton St eating DISGUSTING burger. I am going to pop in there after I have written this and complain about how bad it all was.
This morning I sat in BlueBird with, of all people, Manolo Blahnik who is looking very doddery and frail. He has a stick and his hair is all awry. Within the space of just one month Manolo and Christian Louboutin! These two great..the greatest grandees of ladies shoes. Christian is, of course, the young buck.
I have been away from London for the best part of a decade. My contemporaries all look a bit worse for wear. Worn out. Thank God I have been sober for so long!
Spoke to Tim briefly today. He admitted to having had botox. He looks amazing. Amazing.
On the bus to Soho I met Juanita Carberry who was a child in Africa at the time of the Happy Valley murder. She wrote a book called Child of the Happy Valley. Holly Aird played her in the film adaptation. So, I know Holly and Issie’s grandfather was the murderer…weird eh? What is even odder..Lavinia, Issie’s sister stayed at the house last night.
Lunch at Soho house with Sharon Marshall who is getting married in less than 8 weeks and is all of a quiver about flowers, bridesmaids dresses and who will photograph the event.
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wish I could get to see you.. all love and hugs.. loved the Serpentine.. kisses have a lovely time back on the 22nd.. xx AMANDA
Art, friends and (mostly) good food. Sounds like you’re having a marvelous time. I’m glad. You deserve it. Please just remember to believe.
Checked out the Happy Valley crowd. Sounds a lot like the goings on at the Djinn Palace that Beryl Markham described in “West With The Night”. Fascinating snap shot of privileged colonials. Now I’ve got another book to add to my list. 🙂