An Italian Affaire (pt2)

from my memoir "to Paris for lunch" In the spring of 1988 whilst I was making costumes for Glyndebourne, I was staying for the season in "the huts". Now, this long narrow building near the car park contains offices, but then they were little rooms; like small hotel rooms with a single bed, a table, … Continue reading An Italian Affaire (pt2)

An Italian Affaire

(from my memoir "to Paris for lunch") Visiting Glyndebourne during the summer, I remembered how one warm spring evening in 1988 all the girls from the wardrobe department decided to have a drink after work. We had been working overtime for weeks – with the constant changes being made by designers and directors, the deadlines … Continue reading An Italian Affaire

Dreaming of feathers…

(From my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') I just could not sleep ...there were feathers, chiffons and satins and they kept coming up in my dream.  I turned around to the other side, annoyed with myself ...it's too early to wake up.  Again little pink feathers kept floating through my sleepy thoughts.  I forced myself … Continue reading Dreaming of feathers…