TALES

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…

To boil potatoes without lighting the fire

(from my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') Oma Erna, my Father's Mother, was furious! 'Get out of my kitchen and put some clothes on!' Fritz, my Opa, had for the fifth time that morning interfered with the way she used the hot water: he told her she had put the cooker on too high for … Continue reading To boil potatoes without lighting the fire

Fitting John Cleese

(From my memoir ' To Paris for lunch') Looking back at the time when I worked for Academy Costumes, I wished I’d known beforehand who these people were who kept coming in and out of Adrian's studio, but maybe I would have been so star struck, it might have changed my attitude towards them and … Continue reading Fitting John Cleese

Rules are rules!

(From my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') 'Excuse me, but you cannot smoke in here!' I heard myself saying to an older man, who was leaning against one of the cutting tables. We were in the new wardrobe department of Glyndebourne Festival Opera. It was the beginning of the lunch break and we were alone … Continue reading Rules are rules!

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