The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover

(From my memoir 'To Paris for lunch') I will never forget the brilliant Adrian Gwillym at Academy Costumes. He started working for the National Theatre from a very young age and later on set up his own production company near Waterloo station. His knowledge on costumes is vast and he has dressed (and still does … Continue reading The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover

First Night Nerves

(From my memoir 'To Paris for lunch') Spring was in the air when I arrived at Lewes by train in May 1988. Everything smelled fresh and sweet. I was so excited. Glyndebourne's minibus was already parked outside in the station car park with its doors wide open, waiting for me to jump in with my … Continue reading First Night Nerves

My shortest job interview ever

(From my memoir "to Paris for lunch";) While I was waiting to start work on 'Aslan' for the BBC adaptation of 'The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe', some other projects were coming in and this is when I was introduced to Brian Collins. He was a freelance tailor and one day he asked me … Continue reading My shortest job interview ever

How to make a good cup of coffee (the German way)

I am amazed by the whole coffee phenomenon that is taking place in England. I recently counted twenty-two coffee shops, just on Church Road in Hove alone, between Palmeira Avenue and Sackville Road. Twenty-two in one mile, and that does not include restaurants. I remember there was a time when Bar Italia in London, opposite … Continue reading How to make a good cup of coffee (the German way)

I can sew!

(From my memoir ' To Paris for lunch') My German boyfriend's realisation that instead of becoming a doctor, his parent's dream and life ambition, he wanted to become a professional jazz saxophonist, changed everything in my life.  He decided that to fulfil his dream; he had to be in London, where things were really happening. … Continue reading I can sew!

My apprenticeship: Champagne and overlockers.

It was in 1984 that I found myself walking up the steps of a very beautiful old house, on one of the most expensive roads in Dusseldorf. Pressing the bell of a gold-plated plaque which read 'Mode Atelier', I stepped into a new world of thick carpets, gold-framed mirrors, enormous vases of fresh-cut flowers, velvet-covered … Continue reading My apprenticeship: Champagne and overlockers.