Persepolis






I’m getting rather excited about the imminent release of Persepolis. If the above pictures don’t mean anything to you now, they soon will. Posters have started spreading across the London Underground like a raging virus and I can see this film becoming the indie hit of the year. This low-budget animated film, written and co-directed by Marjane Satrapi is loosely based on her life growing up in Tehran. As a child of the 80s she was super-opinionated and bolshy to boot, would listen to frowned-upon pop music and wear Michael Jackson T-shirts under her veil. Don’t you just love her already? Persepolis started off as a graphic novel and has since won The Grand Jury Prize at Cannes and was nominated for the Best Animated Feature Oscar. The film opens in London on April 25th.



Swayed by suede, a cautionary tale





Thinking of buying a suede bag? Perhaps YSL‘s mock-croc print number or 3.1 Phillip Lim‘s reversible tote? Well take my advice, don’t do it. Unless you have a full-time driver or live somewhere with extremely agreeable weather. I lusted after Baleciaga’s cherry-red suede slouch bag for, oh months, before I finally came face to face with it in a boutique and did the classic ‘if I don’t buy it now it won’t be here next time’ panic splurge. It first gave me come-hither glances from the back page of US Vogue which I subsequently tore out and carried around with me. I fantasised about what I’d wear it with – a bit Frankie Rayder I fancied, in gently faded Levis and a just-fitted-enough white tee – and what it would smell like (I have an unhealthy obsession with sniffing leather and suede). When you see something like that in the flesh after investing so much time and energy in the fantasy, your real-life logic doesn’t stand a chance. I gave it a cursory try-on in the shop before the adrenalin got the better of me and seconds later it was in the carrier bag and in my hand.

A few years down the line and I can count the number of times I’ve used it on three fingers. The simple fact is a suede bag and unpredictable London weather do not a good combination make. Time after time I’ve rediscovered it, tenderly unpacked it from its dustbag, given it a gentle stroke and a sniff and vowed to use it the very next day. Come the next morning, sensing a hint of darkness in the sky and the threat of a downpour it’s back to the PVC Marc shopper and boring reliability.

We all know that the fashion industry is based on fantasy and this example goes to prove it. Every time I see the poor bag it’s an expensive reminder of that seductive back-page-of-Vogue photo and the promise that it would change my life. Sucker! So what now? The bag has been unpacked for the very last time and tomorrow it makes its way to Rellik, the queen bee of vintage stores. It’s not an It bag and it’s not strictly vintage but it’s Balenciaga so Stephen Rellik has hinted he might be up for a swapsies consultation. We can but wait and see.



What’s the deal with Juergen and Marc?




There is a great post on Cathy Horyn’s blog about the working relationship between Marc Jacobs and Juergen Teller, following a piece she wrote for the New York Times. For once, the comments are worth a read too, not so self-indulgent and you don’t feel like you’ve stumbled upon a private gathering (as I often do when reading the comments on that blog). There are some interesting thoughts on the Victoria Beckham ads which have been the subject of much brouhaha in the blogosphere, plus the debate on whether Juergen’s work is art or commerce. Go read!



New label alert: Andy Warhol








Pepe has bought the licence to produce an Andy Warhol fashion line and surprise, surprise, it’s actually not bad. Some pieces are rather obvious and a bit on the tacky side while others are quite witty and inventive. My favourites are the Marilyn lips top, the face-print tee (but who is it – Edie?) and the Campbell’s soup dress. They should be on sale around September.