It was in the height of political turbulence in 1990 when I made up my mind to start my own business. When people were losing all they owned, everything they worked for, with interest rates rising to a phenomenal height, I decided to set up a business designing and selling silk lingerie using expensive silks … Continue reading My First Studio
(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
This weekend I'm eating chocolate and spending time with my family. But don't worry as I'll be publishing more of my 'Tales of a Dressmaker' next week as normal. Enjoy the break!
(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
(from my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') At the beginning of 1988, 'Aslan, the lion' for the BBC series 'The Chronicles of Narnia', was slowly progressing and it was fascinating to be part of the process. We were a team of four women, making an oversize lion’s frame, so that two dancers were able to … Continue reading The making of Aslan
(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
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)
(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!
I will never forget visiting a friend in West Berlin before the wall came down. The 'Berlin Wall' physically divided East and West Berlin and was built in 1961. West Berlin was approximately one hundred miles east of the East/West German border and was accessible by land from West Germany only by a narrow rail … Continue reading Talking of walls…
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.