tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34382528729823258602024-03-06T20:02:26.676+00:00Fashion and Filmtrends, visuals and musingMake Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-10594633630223150712010-09-30T11:19:00.005+01:002010-09-30T19:19:44.167+01:00RIP Tony Curtis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3oqZeTy19YcziXUBfnDiwCLd7DMLf8Smgmn9HfjzCExLx5-4fW7PIogJlfnz8TGXykP6AF5UIdNV6pt9TEx65T9FlZCOnwE6E4u6QI2gMa1_PfitHtW7f3zLEAOLJXWT3cS5rgIq-xfs/s1600/tony-curtis_601x256.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3oqZeTy19YcziXUBfnDiwCLd7DMLf8Smgmn9HfjzCExLx5-4fW7PIogJlfnz8TGXykP6AF5UIdNV6pt9TEx65T9FlZCOnwE6E4u6QI2gMa1_PfitHtW7f3zLEAOLJXWT3cS5rgIq-xfs/s400/tony-curtis_601x256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522649492973883394" border="0" /></a>At 85, Tony Curtis has passed away peacefully. Probably his most famous role was as Joe/Josephine in <span style="font-style: italic;">Some Like it Hot</span> (1959) with Marilyn Monroe and Jack Lemmon. A Billy Wilder film, Monroe famously was late everyday and Curtis described kissing her as 'like kissing Hitler'.<br /><br />He was nominated as best actor for his role in <span style="font-style: italic;">The Defiant Ones</span> (1958), a role which he chased in order to break out of the pretty boy typecast mould. In <span style="font-style: italic;">Spartacus </span>(1960), Curtis as Antoninus is the first one to answer 'I'm Spartacus' before the rest of the slaves do in the scene that spawned a 1000 comedy pub moments.<br /><br />It does feel as if he is one of the last Hollywood legends to die, although Robert Vaughan is still around. In fact both Curtis and Vaughan found TV fame during a period of the Hollywood wilderness years in the early 1970s. Curtis with Roger Moore in <span style="font-style: italic;">The Persuaders </span>and Vaughan in <span style="font-style: italic;">The Protectors.</span><br /><br />Both TV programmes left an imprint on the audiences with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykLCAfVa410">John Barry's theme music for <span style="font-style: italic;">The Persuaders</span></a> and the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jj4UFqKG5YI">Tony Christie <span style="font-style: italic;">Avenues and Alleyways </span>song of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Protectors</span></a><br /><br />Well Tony thanks for the memories!Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-20742282270766807722010-06-05T11:11:00.004+01:002010-06-05T11:36:25.071+01:00SATC2 - the romp festYes all the best film critics have panned SATC2 but in general they are all men. In fact the whole movie business is male dominated. But that is another subject. So why don't they like SATC2. Well it falls outside the whole cinematographic, narration, plot and moralistic vanguard of Hollywood.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkTTZvaSeYlBQYuzz55KguzUuym4F1AFSqdCEMRUBGuhjeI0ZQOS7et3z98e7IEzwrdiKA6mS8PCZdqyFw1WxgHq2khoLYkraysQsndVd2gYKmpYbOBd8eP3C3RMB9V5FWzYmDcrWdtQ/s1600/SATC2.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkTTZvaSeYlBQYuzz55KguzUuym4F1AFSqdCEMRUBGuhjeI0ZQOS7et3z98e7IEzwrdiKA6mS8PCZdqyFw1WxgHq2khoLYkraysQsndVd2gYKmpYbOBd8eP3C3RMB9V5FWzYmDcrWdtQ/s400/SATC2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479235561727566498" border="0" /></a><br />I don't think for one minute it is a good film in the sense of narrative, character development, cinematography, script or can hold a candle to my top ten but....films aren't always about Oscars and guess what they aren't always about men.<br /><br />What does SATC2 deliver? Firstly you know as a women it will include fashion, friends and probably some fun. It is a female film regardless of the merits of dialogue, story etc. The main characters are women, the conversations are similar and familiar even if the setting isn't. And yes the whole Islamic thing maybe a bit trite but at least they've been inclusive and attempted to tackle it. I did find the Carrie conversation with her personal butler the most endearing element. Take away the slightly romanticised version and the reality is that men and women all over the world are separated from the white middle class view of family due to poverty. At least SATC2 didn't say working in call centre is good and dealing drugs is bad a la poverty porn <span style="font-style: italic;">Slumdog Millionaire</span>.<br /><br />I went as a cynic to the cinema and got a very entertaining evening. I had a wonderful visionary feast of costume, furniture and jewellery. I laughed, it was easy to watch and well blimey Aiden and Mr Big!<br /><br />I felt I was transported to another era - when melodrama and comedy were made to entice women to the cinema. When people got dressed up to go out to see a film rather than slapping on their ugg boots. I wore a maxi skirt, my <span style="font-style: italic;">Top Gun</span> t-shirt and lovely sandals. It is not often that you get to see older women dressed up to the nines on screen and making fun of the menopause. In fact talking a lot about the menopause. Kim Cattrall was brilliant.<br /><br />Sometimes film is an experience wider than the screening and despite my reservations of the merits of this franchise, I'm firmly thinking keep annoying the critics and keep giving us some fun and frolics.Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-10312735465300169622010-05-12T15:01:00.002+01:002010-05-12T15:04:57.996+01:00Proper Street Graffiti<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudOImu1Ve2ZzI54Ebj2GzrRF8iES8TbPWrgJO4IpEF-cHDhxzZFXmWp7cn1JX2dNfxqx3MpyT2khFOsMPdGgnZnTNadrVwPdR3thPv5-UsriA5e1L6XfRv4liQruzU7b9p9ynalmlGLI/s1600/29745_391551326758_714221758_4520505_3447815_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudOImu1Ve2ZzI54Ebj2GzrRF8iES8TbPWrgJO4IpEF-cHDhxzZFXmWp7cn1JX2dNfxqx3MpyT2khFOsMPdGgnZnTNadrVwPdR3thPv5-UsriA5e1L6XfRv4liQruzU7b9p9ynalmlGLI/s400/29745_391551326758_714221758_4520505_3447815_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470383645109639410" border="0" /></a>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-34859737164731223812010-04-20T08:26:00.005+01:002010-04-20T08:49:25.068+01:00Football and FashionIn my view there has never been a really good fashion film nor one on football. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pret</span> a Porter </span>horrified the fashion industry despite insider collaboration and <span style="font-style: italic;">Escape to Victory</span> (which is going to be remade!) is probably the only film with a footballing element anyone really remembers. I vaguely recollect the Sean Bean one <span style="font-style: italic;">When Saturday comes</span> (1996).<br /><br />It appears that documentaries fair better, think <span style="font-style: italic;">The September Issue</span>. What would I give to create a football documentary of the note of the former. My stars would have to be Jose <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mourinho</span>, currently the Inter Milan coach and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Josep</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Guardiola</span> the Barcelona coach. not only would I get to travel to two of my favourite cities but I would be examining the phenomena of the real men who set fashion standards.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvNFQ3yGS-ELNQ5FlQ0M8Oxn6WySxjBRIsBcNxLs-YJp7PfYjGTtj-M9ZcmJP1t1nEu2UEkP2e6Z9V6rP6u-oIOSJsYEJfrbhaFmA2uG8BZTx9m0_KHsC7GMv9vZaq26iQMVWg3LZ4v0/s1600/Jose_Mourinho_145x145_240875051.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvNFQ3yGS-ELNQ5FlQ0M8Oxn6WySxjBRIsBcNxLs-YJp7PfYjGTtj-M9ZcmJP1t1nEu2UEkP2e6Z9V6rP6u-oIOSJsYEJfrbhaFmA2uG8BZTx9m0_KHsC7GMv9vZaq26iQMVWg3LZ4v0/s400/Jose_Mourinho_145x145_240875051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462119813146217250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jose <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mourinho</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeiMnH_ZFOqDrQKSegE2bZai705ROunbp3cc4EsH7diWHfgLFoyPtu0W8inFtUxSRH0oMU3fdqpyZXbVGQkl4_E5GnnVonvLD1uyioHGtLR0eTlYiJDD3u9iwpjkLDsa5TZrmebtsqVcc/s1600/guardiola.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeiMnH_ZFOqDrQKSegE2bZai705ROunbp3cc4EsH7diWHfgLFoyPtu0W8inFtUxSRH0oMU3fdqpyZXbVGQkl4_E5GnnVonvLD1uyioHGtLR0eTlYiJDD3u9iwpjkLDsa5TZrmebtsqVcc/s400/guardiola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462119808227851858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Josep</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Guardiola</span><br /></div>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-20385356575905135732010-04-06T09:33:00.002+01:002010-04-06T09:37:55.647+01:00Ah rejection!This post is one where I admit to being rejected from the emerging film maker's tent for Cannes this year. It was looking good to start with, but my short film was culled for the final selection.<br /><br />Which prompts me to consider and discuss the merits of always spending time and money on attempting to be shown, rather than moving onto the next project.<br /><br />I'm thinking I need to move on and work on getting my current project off the ground even though I didn't receive any funding for the script development from the UK Film Council. Ouch!<br /><br />What do you do in these situations?Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-69209876851650471552010-03-08T09:16:00.003+00:002010-03-08T09:19:58.841+00:00At Last!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxE24DM4W0aLExnrTiBmWsuA0uamlqS2rdi_B-vRdJDf7zRldSj73Ogyv2h30uuADOwAbvsrI8X5P6wO4KX4rAo197VY_M38jK69RApyNek2E9gaZIxpTecHaCtbNLjFhdT5znsylCpY/s1600-h/oscars_2010_hurt_locker_getty_626x274.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxE24DM4W0aLExnrTiBmWsuA0uamlqS2rdi_B-vRdJDf7zRldSj73Ogyv2h30uuADOwAbvsrI8X5P6wO4KX4rAo197VY_M38jK69RApyNek2E9gaZIxpTecHaCtbNLjFhdT5znsylCpY/s400/oscars_2010_hurt_locker_getty_626x274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446189624694932466" border="0" /></a><br />A big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yah</span>! to Kathryn <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bigelow</span> for becoming the first female director to win the Oscar for Best Director. Only 5 women have ever been nominated and she won!<br /><br />There is hope for me - my first name is Katherine and my surname is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Battrick</span> , KB, same initials - you never know...Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-3554954926878860322010-02-12T07:40:00.002+00:002010-02-12T07:40:00.548+00:00Dress Up still number 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWiEJSNlQqcrDoP3I_Yv9HzbG4xWCtgVbU8dGNNH_NENxUhQqHSHaw143kfqa3PZqWRJoPky8vYpwGWP-7TLxPi2ZpoQ3yoq4sqI_W0sAB5jR72pOnn87yByHpW-UpN9y-7ObVMmeUXc/s1600-h/vlcsnap-2010-02-09-16h51m32s67.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWiEJSNlQqcrDoP3I_Yv9HzbG4xWCtgVbU8dGNNH_NENxUhQqHSHaw143kfqa3PZqWRJoPky8vYpwGWP-7TLxPi2ZpoQ3yoq4sqI_W0sAB5jR72pOnn87yByHpW-UpN9y-7ObVMmeUXc/s400/vlcsnap-2010-02-09-16h51m32s67.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437073457451319298" border="0" /></a>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-85395732249908704362010-02-11T07:21:00.000+00:002010-02-11T07:21:00.166+00:00Dress Up still number 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2j-XNwAKB1obfdakIhfj5WWHjssTEHoa4IRO4CNhuOlOqvPkfQdhyphenhyphenp42b-3tZgJCmwNTYPew-gQ7Vu_lE309eDn-2LPm41CvcClTSKJWwlRHZ8Iaf4vvT2HmOxDRfYARX75Az_wnlk5E/s1600-h/vlcsnap-2010-02-09-17h19m51s191.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2j-XNwAKB1obfdakIhfj5WWHjssTEHoa4IRO4CNhuOlOqvPkfQdhyphenhyphenp42b-3tZgJCmwNTYPew-gQ7Vu_lE309eDn-2LPm41CvcClTSKJWwlRHZ8Iaf4vvT2HmOxDRfYARX75Az_wnlk5E/s400/vlcsnap-2010-02-09-17h19m51s191.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436728633135824626" border="0" /></a>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-72040563497376229332010-02-10T15:55:00.004+00:002010-02-10T16:06:25.181+00:00MA_STERS show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYaERUArD7yFeH7xYGrZjqH28FqheoWQf4ppImD7i_DPL-veNOiFgheDETiPy21Ra8Ina7tAIOuWOf2BMqKaQs01rdM74cV-UisX20oLAQgBpA_Rgeqj6xVbgwKxvtXOLEz27B2zgMtrw/s1600-h/Mallgallery+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYaERUArD7yFeH7xYGrZjqH28FqheoWQf4ppImD7i_DPL-veNOiFgheDETiPy21Ra8Ina7tAIOuWOf2BMqKaQs01rdM74cV-UisX20oLAQgBpA_Rgeqj6xVbgwKxvtXOLEz27B2zgMtrw/s400/Mallgallery+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436646427228336514" border="0" /></a><br />The London College of Fashion is all about the future. It continues to encourage students to push boundaries and more importantly engage within society and influence. This week the MA_<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">STERS</span> exhibition is dedicated to Photography and Digital Fashion. The work is displayed at the Mall gallery on the Mall. There is also a wonderful digital display created for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LCF</span> by <a href="http://www.kin-design.com/">kin-design</a>.<br /><br />The display is made up of names, photos and mini videos on the MA students work. I was particularly egotistical and captured on my blackberry a picture of my name and myself on the screen. Sad but true, but the results waiting game is stressful, I need to remind myself of the good times!<br /><br />The digital screen is well worth looking at even if you don't select me on the screen!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWiqzbCPjLYE8A-tpEaYEuoGLFp-vn0mnrRTMVr50Tfs7B0sfrEdZvgFDTA72TD0eByx5igN3MRzXoGAfOEXGiQkGidFVJLDEal6d3JQvQxkXvm-RSaufoyOvRIik5sb8wNNfhpn7RjK8/s1600-h/Mallgallery+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWiqzbCPjLYE8A-tpEaYEuoGLFp-vn0mnrRTMVr50Tfs7B0sfrEdZvgFDTA72TD0eByx5igN3MRzXoGAfOEXGiQkGidFVJLDEal6d3JQvQxkXvm-RSaufoyOvRIik5sb8wNNfhpn7RjK8/s400/Mallgallery+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436646084222355762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0gRuAVfFhZ-ry7p0U2RCmW3Rdp4ku7uvbMWUVA3kTn9g_yTiXTYpR8R5kJ5kgjZi_yno4Enzmg54R6dLfTx594kqTL-bhrY218XDJskWpDesrbaS9LGctrsY9iVNTB7asHnfk4wdCg0/s1600-h/Mallgallery+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0gRuAVfFhZ-ry7p0U2RCmW3Rdp4ku7uvbMWUVA3kTn9g_yTiXTYpR8R5kJ5kgjZi_yno4Enzmg54R6dLfTx594kqTL-bhrY218XDJskWpDesrbaS9LGctrsY9iVNTB7asHnfk4wdCg0/s400/Mallgallery+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436646078522896978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFw34huzOZB-XgoUHPfxO7WkPsGJTk-4rc-FjV2XS0ExMuM8V6EZJIZgES8pjSWYli4w19lgaP8wBZLE_WByve-Lw-S0DDndR4oWavVbge38AT9S5IGdPUX4h8ZnzQPHyL-QlpF_L9LdA/s1600-h/Mallgallery2+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFw34huzOZB-XgoUHPfxO7WkPsGJTk-4rc-FjV2XS0ExMuM8V6EZJIZgES8pjSWYli4w19lgaP8wBZLE_WByve-Lw-S0DDndR4oWavVbge38AT9S5IGdPUX4h8ZnzQPHyL-QlpF_L9LdA/s400/Mallgallery2+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436646069679049522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWg1bfKQaWI7RowZFsi3lA-LjjuwjNmyL8F_6TJWa5OZ89hKLsPfeiDGgnaw-hImmmPX_nuafuYWoPw9P6y9OVIMqcRPx-nqLzio-0Ad76NaCsgHfudGwXSHkLscbN1OSlKuJMF3Bz7Q/s1600-h/Mallgallery2+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWg1bfKQaWI7RowZFsi3lA-LjjuwjNmyL8F_6TJWa5OZ89hKLsPfeiDGgnaw-hImmmPX_nuafuYWoPw9P6y9OVIMqcRPx-nqLzio-0Ad76NaCsgHfudGwXSHkLscbN1OSlKuJMF3Bz7Q/s400/Mallgallery2+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436646061850610434" border="0" /></a>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-79917511630764920002010-02-09T09:54:00.002+00:002010-02-09T09:59:22.975+00:00In 8 days time...'Dress Up' will premier at the London College of Fashion.<br />This is a short film, written, produced and directed by Kate Battrick (moi).<br />Over the next week in the build up to this event I will post some stills from the shoot. Not all stills made the final cut.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicezFFB3ZyAtVN9WwpquLGQv0NyNpNBWjqeklslXfDA6pllB7ScA5-b_3ho_V1dHRyQfLHAo3jnDGWadhv2dVNXYV1u8ToQlUzAqw7hly-MU2ai4gat7z3CxxnYRPxA46W9JO5o3hSZY/s1600-h/vlcsnap-2009-09-17-10h55m23s8.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicezFFB3ZyAtVN9WwpquLGQv0NyNpNBWjqeklslXfDA6pllB7ScA5-b_3ho_V1dHRyQfLHAo3jnDGWadhv2dVNXYV1u8ToQlUzAqw7hly-MU2ai4gat7z3CxxnYRPxA46W9JO5o3hSZY/s400/vlcsnap-2009-09-17-10h55m23s8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436181038174828114" border="0" /></a>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-88146071726582211712010-02-05T11:41:00.003+00:002010-02-09T10:07:32.853+00:00Oscar nominations for costume designOften overlooked and nearly always awarded to a period piece, my bet is on <span style="font-style: italic;">Young Victoria </span>although I think Catherine Leterrier deserves it for <span style="font-style: italic;">Coco Avant Chanel</span> because the costume didn't detract from the narrative and it added to the story telling.<br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><br />The nominations are JANET PATTERSON for <span style="font-style: italic;">Bright Star; </span>CATHERINE LETERRIER for <span style="font-style: italic;">Coco Before Chanel </span>(the English title is listed); MONIQUE PRUDHOMME for <span style="font-style: italic;">The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus; </span>COLLEEN ATWOOD for <span style="font-style: italic;">Nine, </span>and finally SANDY POWELL for <span style="font-style: italic;">The Young Victoria.<br /><br /><br /></span>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-43502970789986805712010-01-18T13:10:00.001+00:002010-01-18T13:12:04.983+00:00A golden oldieI'm not one for the endless red carpet parade but it does cheer me to see Sophia Loren appearing at the Golden Globes.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipishlaE5rS-T7lQf8-Df8pWgfNHncxzPnxhxjBlKOisMAj0qQWL5z0IZZsP1uWM6wvoYkiOJDf3cBmmEqChFUWqSPrnzE4jB2J9YVEpcLv1c3fPrAy1E74OJsU284hujiYwOaqe6X4g0/s1600-h/sophia-loren_1560849i.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipishlaE5rS-T7lQf8-Df8pWgfNHncxzPnxhxjBlKOisMAj0qQWL5z0IZZsP1uWM6wvoYkiOJDf3cBmmEqChFUWqSPrnzE4jB2J9YVEpcLv1c3fPrAy1E74OJsU284hujiYwOaqe6X4g0/s400/sophia-loren_1560849i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428066809356348194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">image: the Daily Telegraph</span><br /></div>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-3293306125943675362009-12-30T19:00:00.003+00:002009-12-30T19:38:38.958+00:00MA Fashion & Film graduate showcase vidIt's a bit long but ...this is the output of 4 postgrads (nearly) from the first year of the MA in Fashion and Film at the London College of Fashion<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxOF9Fe7bTyFPRfA-OQNavSTSsXRurwPKV5Nhpz5wn5R39pQKpNK7HhMARgumA3cinXuippAxKRctoSqsOXhA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-35091518327833140752009-12-23T10:57:00.002+00:002009-12-23T11:01:05.865+00:00Top 3 Chick flicks for Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyB4ja84rBpWWUcpIkXvYAMH-FPkR-gj_pOli8QDuxOAtF56aPG5g8nBE2ZnAmVw5GWjQOlXNL7-eD7bLmHrSGhyphenhyphenjoKMzinOpQltRvh5z7hryn13gwsOWjc_7oabx8iK2VuHKgYDYG5hY/s1600-h/MV5BMTAzMjE4NjgzMzdeQTJeQWpwZ15BbWU3MDY1NjI5MjE@._V1._CR0,0,293,293_SS100_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyB4ja84rBpWWUcpIkXvYAMH-FPkR-gj_pOli8QDuxOAtF56aPG5g8nBE2ZnAmVw5GWjQOlXNL7-eD7bLmHrSGhyphenhyphenjoKMzinOpQltRvh5z7hryn13gwsOWjc_7oabx8iK2VuHKgYDYG5hY/s400/MV5BMTAzMjE4NjgzMzdeQTJeQWpwZ15BbWU3MDY1NjI5MjE@._V1._CR0,0,293,293_SS100_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418384761239159682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYh9fZ4YZJ2Ndf6Nlnfd3hLt8_o0DIYe8_lx8xN1oIezCDTlFKbzq_IQzThl75-3UjW_YFzpJaNQ8mGE9ZW5icH-_2tC4JSt_wmYU5xuDeU5NLP9bjDdJU8hko3o50wjTKE-53i8th4k/s1600-h/MV5BMjEyOTU5NTUwMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMzQ1NTM2._V1._CR0,0,301,301_SS100_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYh9fZ4YZJ2Ndf6Nlnfd3hLt8_o0DIYe8_lx8xN1oIezCDTlFKbzq_IQzThl75-3UjW_YFzpJaNQ8mGE9ZW5icH-_2tC4JSt_wmYU5xuDeU5NLP9bjDdJU8hko3o50wjTKE-53i8th4k/s400/MV5BMjEyOTU5NTUwMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMzQ1NTM2._V1._CR0,0,301,301_SS100_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418384757918248082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJxs1eiPIItVH96ldEXwlZmkkdaXQaVEP8eSwIF_IhWY4p2vCIha0aR5OAitbjWKQ-_rNOAgPAbH1CFh_pRMpPc2-oQ-r9zZHtePZAQIbwGAd_3hUOMp_wM3gmeNMXBwAKY1Ij9X3Ra8/s1600-h/MV5BNzU4ODIzMjQyMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwODQ1Mzc4._V1._CR0,0,144,144_SS100_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJxs1eiPIItVH96ldEXwlZmkkdaXQaVEP8eSwIF_IhWY4p2vCIha0aR5OAitbjWKQ-_rNOAgPAbH1CFh_pRMpPc2-oQ-r9zZHtePZAQIbwGAd_3hUOMp_wM3gmeNMXBwAKY1Ij9X3Ra8/s400/MV5BNzU4ODIzMjQyMl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwODQ1Mzc4._V1._CR0,0,144,144_SS100_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418384750810631154" border="0" /></a><br />1. High Society - Grace Kelly, Bing Crosbie & Frank Sinatra<br />2. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes - Marilyn Monroe & Jane Russell<br />3. Charade - Audrey Hepburn & Cary Grant<br /><br />HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS & A HAPPY NEW YEARMake Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-56403662120993029872009-12-04T21:43:00.004+00:002009-12-05T13:21:46.738+00:00Kitchen Drama not OperaIt was the most delightful birthday present from my parents a night at the opera and my all time favourite – Turandot. I have a long love affair with opera and Puccini, Bizet, Verdi and Mozart are probably my favourite composers. <p class="MsoNormal">It is not often one has a conversation with someone who looks down upon your favourite opera and yet recently I enjoyed a discussion on opera with one of my film tutors. His view was very purist and he rated Baroque Opera over more modern offerings. My large glass of white wine an accessory to the discussion, rendered me in capable of constructing a decent argument in favour of my beloved Puccino over Handel, Gluck or Scarletti. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">On my birthday treat to the ENO’s Turandot I was once more rendered incapable as the production unfolded before my eyes. A performance which rendered me speechless in its over ambitious and pointless detraction from the story of Puccini’s final opera.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In some respects I admire a modernist approach and taking risks. I liked the idea of setting it in a Chinese restaurant but thought the dolls in formaldehyde were trite, and equally I yawned at the beheaded bodies in the kitchen hanging like a nod to the Body Parts exhibition. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The trouble was director Rupert Goold did not set a theme and stick to it. He was not content with a Sirk like staircase for mise-en-scène dramatics alongside the narrative. Was the restaurant set in London or New York? Should have it been set in Beijing? The trouble with having a chorus made up of Elvis, an NYPD cop, nuns, drag artists and 80s throwbacks to name a few (don’t start me on the golfers and the clown!) is the fact you felt the ENO had rushed to fellow theatres and borrowed the costumes from Sister Act/Priscilla Queen of the Desert/Thriller/ Denis and I.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was exhausted with the array of white petit bourgeoisie representations of modern culture. I always judge a good performance by my tears and I did cry at the end of Act 1 when I was moved to tears due to relief when Lui, Calaf and his father sang in unison reminding me I was at the opera. <span style=""> </span>Suddenly I heard the music and Puccini rang triumphant even if it was in English (yes this was a shocker but the ENO always sing in English).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvRxEnAF9BlxszkqCnjL_XV8ueiVoDuidvkzykYhQJTT4GWn8FBdFod-G6UzNW0qgKaNkiWcRdodmgj2cuAHlHDdlhaYOOyWhV9thLJ2_z3zIc01ZvPmvzr1Eu5kRqIx-B149L0y8Egg/s1600-h/-Turandot-by-English-Nati-001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvRxEnAF9BlxszkqCnjL_XV8ueiVoDuidvkzykYhQJTT4GWn8FBdFod-G6UzNW0qgKaNkiWcRdodmgj2cuAHlHDdlhaYOOyWhV9thLJ2_z3zIc01ZvPmvzr1Eu5kRqIx-B149L0y8Egg/s400/-Turandot-by-English-Nati-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411500396129012290" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;">image: The Guardian</span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It got worse. I began to wonder if my glass of wine at Carluccios had been drugged particularly when the dancers proceeding Turandot’s entrance didn’t disappear after their initially interesting fan dance. And that is the trouble with the direction – no ability to rein it in. Goold has mixed his media to no effect. Even Turandot bore a resemblance to Kill Bill with her sword wielding antics resulting in the death of the additional characterisation of an onlooker or journalist written into the production for no earthly reason other than to be different.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was reminded of Isabella Blow when Lui choose poison in the form of bleach as her death aid. Blow was extravagant with magazine budgets often to no great effect which ultimately resulted in her dismissal (no one ever mentions this since she died). The budget was truly blown on the production setting and the irritating composition of characters. This meant it was left to the orchestra and singers to attempt to bluster and muster their way through it. I can only commend their performance in the face of adversity and the flames of the kitchen cooker (Act 3) which made me think Calaf and the writer were about to engage in Ready Steady Cook. The skipping little girl reduced me to Louis Walsh as per X Factor and his comments on the kids’ choir. I could hear Simon pleading for her moment on stage; I was most ungenerous and hoped she would trip. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had to shut my eyes to transport me to the music and singing - which is the point of opera - or admire the ceiling of the Coliseum, anything other than look at the stage. I have no issue with being visually stimulated but when every action looks like a poor cousin of film and TV, the majesty fo the stage is dimished. And when the ruddy clown stepped forward to mime blowing the fanfare I though Goold would have been better advised to have got Mr Tumble from Cbeeies.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The only bright spot was after the clapping and bowing, (opera goers are nothing other than polite, although the two people sat next to Mr MDS bowed out after Act 2) I managed to entertain all of those in row C, D, and E in the Upper Circle nearest to me when I delivered my Gordon Ramsey impression – basically I was saying to my dad that I had to stop myself from shouting out to Calaf in the kitchen scene after he sang Nessun Dorma (which he did very very well) <span style=""> </span>‘Now get yourself a drink and f**k off out of my kitchen.’</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-3582602262737506982009-11-20T12:45:00.003+00:002009-11-20T12:48:51.968+00:00The perfect film buff presents for kids<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HCkSMcWQHGGF0WQbQnGfhKD98_N0b_LELBwwk83o1qzmAHSBihOyW51xpP6Sze_IU__6UzzGJ5r74ZziFXM0HT7PGvfEZjQUgVA0iqs3TOY6oQKZONidbf5e9qMO0kVniSPb0FcJ7Ao/s1600/KT0064m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HCkSMcWQHGGF0WQbQnGfhKD98_N0b_LELBwwk83o1qzmAHSBihOyW51xpP6Sze_IU__6UzzGJ5r74ZziFXM0HT7PGvfEZjQUgVA0iqs3TOY6oQKZONidbf5e9qMO0kVniSPb0FcJ7Ao/s400/KT0064m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406166409416633602" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.kidstees.com/products/info.php?products_id=142"><span style="font-style: italic;">£12.00 fr0m Kids Tees</span><br /></a></div>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-7519870877233106572009-10-30T20:53:00.002+00:002009-10-30T20:55:00.707+00:00Short Film UpdateMy short film is done, well I have a final edit.<br />All I have to do now is arrange a screening - though now it is real I'm too scared to show!<br />Damn artistic torture...Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-19991188215577002472009-09-20T10:10:00.005+01:002009-09-20T11:00:52.706+01:00Despair is an international languageWhat do you do when it is the start of London Fashion Week -well go to Paris of course! Whilst the excursion wasn't a deliberate attempt to escape <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LFW</span>, it was a much needed escape from London. Paris has space and an ease that London does not offer. London does offer so much but for a true wander with little to interrupt <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">un</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bon</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">repas</span>, </span>a stroll and browsing then Paris is the place.<br /><br />A day trip on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Eurostar</span> makes for a pleasant day out and we choose to have a wander around and lunch in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Montmartre</span>, then get the metro to the Louvre for a walk along the Seine crossing over to the Left Bank, ending up in the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">arrondissement</span> </span>at the <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ile</span> Saint -Louis</span>. The city bikes are much used and the traffic seems to allow more for cycling in Paris than London. There is more impatience in Paris (horn blowing) but less speed on the streets. The Seine allows for a great backdrop for wedding photos - imagine that on the Thames! And somehow the champagne bubbles flow more...<br /><br />The only cautionary tale is taxis. London cabs are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">fantatstic</span>, they are never a moment away but in Paris taxis aren't so frequent or available. Remember Carrie in the final <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">SATC</span> programme stuck trying to get a taxi! In typical London or even New York fashion, we though a taxi would be the simplest thing to get us back to the Gard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">du</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Nord</span>. No not a chance. It didn't help that there was a gay pride march taking place. We made a desperate lunge for the metro but the ticket queue was enough to defeat this option as we had half an hour to get the train. Finally rushing through the back streets, I managed to forget all my French and resort to a desperate face and appeal in English to a taxi driver to help us get there. Luckily for me the lady in the back was happy assist and allowed us into the taxi to for the driver to get us to the station after he's dropped her off. Once back in the land of the not desperate, I could converse with the nice old lady who informed me the march was for gay pride and it had made things worse for getting a taxi. She had seen the despair on my face (I couldn't bear the thought of missing the train) and of course allowing another person into ones taxi was just like Africa! 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmZEWXnbjchIXHtyWpCDQTfXAykWynTitQIogaCqQ_rB8Hb6VVFtkOQn79nq-2r_KP8lV_wNDNg1ObaaXXY5eqZGALaUTW5DSpZ7FDhT7jKHP1fb_tiCKCI2EYWNKSDNcBpZJ0xtc9GY/s320/Paris09+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383485411932043602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Salut</span>!</span>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-10543602351302418162009-09-11T16:11:00.002+01:002009-09-20T10:09:55.561+01:00Quote of the Day'I love Colin Firth. I would pay to go and see Colin Firth read a telephone book.'<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Kermode">Mark <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kermode on Radio 5 Live<br /></span></a>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-50529097938347102382009-09-05T18:24:00.003+01:002009-09-07T15:21:03.713+01:00Where fashion meets film<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_oqlsNzLWENhoVEO4AM0DEmSPimoJ69bJnUUOQqpM2tFGpkBoX2MtTsAg8N0sYIcyooyxQs5XeNGP3ZRuTHosg_ZEPxWykMM05BPgyXRNEwH9CYKkx4p_MmeCrV74lwToYAx1jYeL2F0/s1600-h/51gXcterWvL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_oqlsNzLWENhoVEO4AM0DEmSPimoJ69bJnUUOQqpM2tFGpkBoX2MtTsAg8N0sYIcyooyxQs5XeNGP3ZRuTHosg_ZEPxWykMM05BPgyXRNEwH9CYKkx4p_MmeCrV74lwToYAx1jYeL2F0/s320/51gXcterWvL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378036883246802658" border="0" /></a><br />This week sees the UK screening of The September Issue - in London this should be taking place at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BFI</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Southbank</span> but no hint of it on their website?!<br /><br />Don't worry the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dvd</span> release date is September the 21st - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pre</span> order your copy on <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/September-Issue-DVD-Anna-Wintour/dp/B002CIZPQ2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1252171417&sr=1-">Amazon.</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Update -I phoned the BFI and they had a preview of it on Saturday 5th. This still leaves the mystery as where it is being screened on September 11th - its official UK release date!</span>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-33036732878369295402009-08-27T13:53:00.004+01:002009-08-27T14:13:51.134+01:00ConfessionWhilst I should have been studying hard this afternoon for my MA, I by chance had a quick peek at the telly and came across one of my favourite films <span style="font-style: italic;">The Quiet Man</span> (1952)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmCF7iGxonKAJJ1Y71fwFJc0p-w9r7YHly_akTsuXh08p3zaeKZbhlmK1A842sclDlKAp2O0PFWycUMuHztM1MctmVXCe1Etr62uFjqqcnsCX_K9gDOoITMS10eu98gux93CyylwcCJw/s1600-h/MV5BMTU0Nzc2NjUzM15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTczMzg2MQ@@._V1._CR0,0,129,129_SS100_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmCF7iGxonKAJJ1Y71fwFJc0p-w9r7YHly_akTsuXh08p3zaeKZbhlmK1A842sclDlKAp2O0PFWycUMuHztM1MctmVXCe1Etr62uFjqqcnsCX_K9gDOoITMS10eu98gux93CyylwcCJw/s320/MV5BMTU0Nzc2NjUzM15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTczMzg2MQ@@._V1._CR0,0,129,129_SS100_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374627455123465234" border="0" /></a>Starring John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara and directed by John Ford it is a modern day take on Shakespeare's <span style="font-style: italic;">The Taming of the Shrew </span>set in county Galway, Ireland.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Quiet_Man">The Quiet Man</a> is a beautifully shot romantic drama but it is an idealised version of Irish life and is hardly a ringing endorsement for women's rights but I still laugh every time at the point where one of the local women hands John Wayne a stick as he drags Maureen O'Hara across the countryside on route to challenge her brother about her withheld wedding dowry and says 'here's a good stick for you if you need to beat your wife.'<br /><br />Before you judge me, watch the film without any notions of today and you'll enjoy every minute of it!Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-26240055746180168612009-08-07T00:51:00.000+01:002009-08-07T00:51:00.411+01:00Weekly Round Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwNorZROfRIu7fh_3Vfay4N48A_bp-p-Kim3YTt_KcrBDge_7XNnaa5ECyBqVKgRVmF9bZJpFvMSEwj7WmEp41Lzg28KuAOhxnUXrPNeJoq38gHF4N_-HIXy_Qw8sLflnfRE-iZzT5xE/s1600-h/Culture060809+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwNorZROfRIu7fh_3Vfay4N48A_bp-p-Kim3YTt_KcrBDge_7XNnaa5ECyBqVKgRVmF9bZJpFvMSEwj7WmEp41Lzg28KuAOhxnUXrPNeJoq38gHF4N_-HIXy_Qw8sLflnfRE-iZzT5xE/s320/Culture060809+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366851363165521426" border="0" /></a>A day of pure culture on Wednesday August 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> kicked off (yes I know hardly art speak) at the <a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/">Tate</a> Britain, which I shamefully have never been to before in London. I've been to the Tate Modern and the Tate in St Ives but not the Tate Britain at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Millbank</span>. It is slightly out of the way, as if this is any excuse. It's just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pimlico</span> is not on my daily radar! I was venturing to this distant part to look at a John Singer Sargent painting - <a href="http://www.scottzagar.com/arthistory/images_gallery/John%20Singer%20Sargent%20-%20Ena%20And%20Betty%20Daughters%20of%20Asher%20And%20Mrs%20Wertheimer_t1.jpg"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ena</span> and Betty, Daughters of Asher and Mrs <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wertheimer</span></a> to be exact. The portraiture in the Tate is wonderful and I happily lost a couple of hours there. Then I needed to meet Mr <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">MDS</span> to go to <a href="http://www.somersethouse.org.uk/film/default.asp">Somerset House for the Film4 Summer Screen</a>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zP8wTcjvZnnV5zE_l48sWoZ658WD6Tg-TZ_Y0a8UuINwckBna8uaSvAmYig_2Z_jkJOlm5-9_N8yHfyjlbJpL8QY99smGmNT8lDC-oNZzT63eAPrObMevDnuGSGXMhuLUHnsZBtPIZs/s1600-h/Culture060809+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zP8wTcjvZnnV5zE_l48sWoZ658WD6Tg-TZ_Y0a8UuINwckBna8uaSvAmYig_2Z_jkJOlm5-9_N8yHfyjlbJpL8QY99smGmNT8lDC-oNZzT63eAPrObMevDnuGSGXMhuLUHnsZBtPIZs/s320/Culture060809+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366851359726995026" border="0" /></a>I decided to make like a tourist and go on the boat that links Tate Britain to the Tate Modern. I realised as I gazed out at the Thames waiting for the Tate to Tate boat I'd never been on the Thames. Not even at Henley or Kingston and I have no idea why not. I've walked along it, crossed over it, run by it and dipped my toes in but never on it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABPylNHhbQOwGp_fKRLGcKsKDjIkfGDoSkVmYKS4q_xBuocKOWbhUvChnJ-kPSUw_4qYAu7e1L_GjlAlb-29FJKDf30LojwD1Wx1wFqpo70DimXyEErzTQ9ZBr1HhO6fih4q3KY02sWo/s1600-h/Culture060809+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABPylNHhbQOwGp_fKRLGcKsKDjIkfGDoSkVmYKS4q_xBuocKOWbhUvChnJ-kPSUw_4qYAu7e1L_GjlAlb-29FJKDf30LojwD1Wx1wFqpo70DimXyEErzTQ9ZBr1HhO6fih4q3KY02sWo/s320/Culture060809+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366851354659929570" border="0" /></a>The boat was in serious need of air con. It was sweltering on board and I would never catch this boat again as I felt like I couldn't breath. However it was fun to see some landmarks from a different angle.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Big Ben and Houses of Parliament(above)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">London Eye (below)</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQGeKss_AaNH-U6kX_GoYpCdbrYs0Dufng-2bz9D73Le67b0SJIvJ3EXog0nlOWzjMamrynJkUgBEwE9jV8iJxx1DLLIv_so97ePPA7VeMQYHGrR2cxVWUsnQjaUcuBvw7oO5JXsXeP6g/s1600-h/Culture060809+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQGeKss_AaNH-U6kX_GoYpCdbrYs0Dufng-2bz9D73Le67b0SJIvJ3EXog0nlOWzjMamrynJkUgBEwE9jV8iJxx1DLLIv_so97ePPA7VeMQYHGrR2cxVWUsnQjaUcuBvw7oO5JXsXeP6g/s320/Culture060809+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366851347157070562" border="0" /></a>Once I'd recovered form my interesting but sweltering boat ride I pushed my way through tourists over the Millennium Bridge to St <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Paul's</span> to get picnic food and drink for our evening at Somerset House. Our viewing choice, or rather my viewing choice was Nicholas Roeg's <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't Look Now</span> (1973) one of my top ten films if not in my top three. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZlMzU83mq3MBrHJhZwi2VU1d_sj4bmK1y0v_8V-O4JkjXsc6Kz27rVyasSmLhzsv5XTrmEUv1OgbdCsyIie9NwCPkmVgJnXpdtUbMJ3VUZ5gYTNdzUxIhj66r-mdAa2gu-kj4Mx5YnVg/s1600-h/Culture060809+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZlMzU83mq3MBrHJhZwi2VU1d_sj4bmK1y0v_8V-O4JkjXsc6Kz27rVyasSmLhzsv5XTrmEUv1OgbdCsyIie9NwCPkmVgJnXpdtUbMJ3VUZ5gYTNdzUxIhj66r-mdAa2gu-kj4Mx5YnVg/s320/Culture060809+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366851343621325762" border="0" /></a>We plonked ourselves down on the bl**<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dy</span> blanket I'd been hauling around and were glad we got there at the start 6:30pm as we could choose our space, get to know our neighbours (picnic hints a plenty - resourceful people decanted champagne and wine into plastic water bottles as glass bottles aren't allowed. We read no bottles of wine as no alcohol) and nip to the bar for drinks to go with our M&S picnic.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaUppaaicHzWC8iHydx9Eg1SCLdLvZ3bydULjN_v948CYPBsPC3JKRiE8OwUEcOAFBZqowG898Xdt12xESZ6yCbxLKroi2p1SrTUKXaCluoGhVZ_ycMoME-jS576f10NUujwzEz0bNHY/s1600-h/Culture060809+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaUppaaicHzWC8iHydx9Eg1SCLdLvZ3bydULjN_v948CYPBsPC3JKRiE8OwUEcOAFBZqowG898Xdt12xESZ6yCbxLKroi2p1SrTUKXaCluoGhVZ_ycMoME-jS576f10NUujwzEz0bNHY/s320/Culture060809+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366850887515897586" border="0" /></a>The event was sold out, which meant 2000 people came to enjoy open air cinema. It was a lovely evening though we were besieged by flying ants. One knowledgeable person said it was because a storm was coming, which it did but in the middle of the night not that evening thank goodness. A few people got badly bitten and were in need of antihistamine which I always carry as I'm allergic to prawns. My dispensing of drugs got rewarded by wine from canny decanted alcohol and boxes of wine people!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTiW-BA9lESZqfphyoR3A-9FuolD92wGJH63Oz06lMWQSsS4ycLfndTvXFU_5mxgrzjlcF10c5mDV8qUA_pmhv-78rwfs5JI95Wym6z5RCQB8ocVRP14T6OSx4_fFwarmVKI3YZozK-hg/s1600-h/Culture060809+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTiW-BA9lESZqfphyoR3A-9FuolD92wGJH63Oz06lMWQSsS4ycLfndTvXFU_5mxgrzjlcF10c5mDV8qUA_pmhv-78rwfs5JI95Wym6z5RCQB8ocVRP14T6OSx4_fFwarmVKI3YZozK-hg/s320/Culture060809+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366850882011397938" border="0" /></a>When it got dark at 9:10pm the film started! I have to say lying down on a blanket with a shawl as a pillow for your head watching a film is the perfect way to spend an evening.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7v9jNhXYmlecVNjVu5rkdv2YRGEmjIf1j6WmOIHizAQMlvvEtKnylZ3k-IBmvgCwetIrf5XAqFOsaWsAOL8fYqIX4UBupaDhwXy2sLrRgHd9yVTmWTvWt3BbOPVuddE_J58s1wnEpD9w/s1600-h/Culture060809+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7v9jNhXYmlecVNjVu5rkdv2YRGEmjIf1j6WmOIHizAQMlvvEtKnylZ3k-IBmvgCwetIrf5XAqFOsaWsAOL8fYqIX4UBupaDhwXy2sLrRgHd9yVTmWTvWt3BbOPVuddE_J58s1wnEpD9w/s320/Culture060809+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366850876699385938" border="0" /></a>We were instructed not to take photos during the film which I duly respected but here are some images of the beautiful Julie Christie and Donald Sutherland. Although I'd seen the film many times on telly or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dvd</span> I was too young to see the film on screen in 1973! It was a rare treat to see it on the big screen and I realised how influential my love of it has been in my own style. I hate to be a style know it all but whilst the fashion journalists are crediting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Balmain</span> wide shoulder jackets with Michael Jackson - they'd do better to view <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't Look Now </span>and see the suit worn by Christie as she departs Venice for England.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTSgRXnxPBFicr4vG50JLrUQvbCjEz2SnZpXvgTORdmv4K2hV51cW9UzJwY_RHHrU7lu8KhwpDrOB6Qn7u_UZBs6cgU97hiEzIkHNoQ8gvFrctKEqQvOOzcbD6d_bJAlpJJcpRRnFmCo/s1600-h/jchristie1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 84px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTSgRXnxPBFicr4vG50JLrUQvbCjEz2SnZpXvgTORdmv4K2hV51cW9UzJwY_RHHrU7lu8KhwpDrOB6Qn7u_UZBs6cgU97hiEzIkHNoQ8gvFrctKEqQvOOzcbD6d_bJAlpJJcpRRnFmCo/s320/jchristie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366850874600710914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjBLUqyIY4nrgOpkZvjRaXhgciExPXwcVjRyonRpt5DPN9xrgN0KWTNejcWXQE12xk8zNQfAtbJe5s4X_MOJ2vZ-FOCEKReAwX5OPSa61MU2AmJrZqmG9DosnlkrT92XmA-AQHVC03jKI/s1600-h/jchristie2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 90px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjBLUqyIY4nrgOpkZvjRaXhgciExPXwcVjRyonRpt5DPN9xrgN0KWTNejcWXQE12xk8zNQfAtbJe5s4X_MOJ2vZ-FOCEKReAwX5OPSa61MU2AmJrZqmG9DosnlkrT92XmA-AQHVC03jKI/s320/jchristie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366850872207324802" border="0" /></a>Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-67182940772313303902009-07-31T19:54:00.003+01:002009-08-06T14:51:02.623+01:00Weekly review or that was the week that wasI've struggled to find a level with this blog. I wanted to discuss fashion, not just garments but general cultural trends, fashion in general including art, architecture, design but with a specific emphasis on film.<br /><br />Somehow the flow, the mojo, the very essence of this blog has never got going.<br /><br />So, this is another attempt to get it going and to make it easier and more to the point I will only post at the end of the week.<br /><br />And today I went to see <span style="font-style: italic;">Coco Avant Chanel</span> (2009) and I refer you to my <a href="http://fashionandfilm.blogspot.com/2009/03/gabrielle.html">first post on this in March</a> for images and other info.<br /><br />I'll keep the review brief and not spoil it for you!<br /><br />Basically (dreadful to start with I know but...) it is a delight. I think one could feel either ambivalent or impressed with Audrey Tatou as Gabrielle Chanel. The film is neither too long or too short and cleverly adapts only part of <a href="http://makedostyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/yipee.html">Edmonde Charles Roux's book </a>and to great effect. The<br />adaptation focuses on the how and a bit of the why. It drops in bits of information to suggest Coco schemed and was adept at being circumspect with the truth for her own end. The ending is glorious and for me Benoit Poelvoorde as Etienne de Balsan gave a sublime performance.<br /><br />Just one note of cinematographic appreciation the scene at Deauville was pure Renoir (the artist).<br /><br />Enjoy!Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-89094385191538515892009-07-29T09:21:00.002+01:002009-07-29T09:25:01.624+01:00Over twitterI've just removed myself from twitter - I thought it was fun at first but then it just got ridiculous. I was receiving text updates and am unsure if I actually choose to get them and much as I like the individuals concerned I was bored by it all in a nano second.<br /><br />I have visions of a character in a film soon going ballistic due to one tweet too many!Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438252872982325860.post-11667443232591185612009-07-09T21:10:00.001+01:002009-07-09T21:11:40.800+01:00Photographer requiredAny budding <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">photographers</span> in London or South East who would like to photograph a film shoot??<br />Please leave details in comment box.Make Do Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00664054121622011335noreply@blogger.com2