just finished reading Detmar Blow's Blow by Blow-the story of Isabella-his wife.
photograph by Arthur Elgort
Read Thea's thoughts at Thea Beasley, on the book HERE
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Showing posts with label Isabella Blow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isabella Blow. Show all posts
Blow by Blow
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just finished reading Detmar Blow's Blow by Blow-the story of Isabella-his wife.
Read Thea's thoughts at Thea Beasley, on the book HERE
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just finished reading Detmar Blow's Blow by Blow-the story of Isabella-his wife.
Read Thea's thoughts at Thea Beasley, on the book HERE
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DV:RE butterflies are free
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THE CONDE NAST PUBLICATIONS Inc.
-they must have gotten the memo.
THE CONDE NAST PUBLICATIONS Inc.
MISS MARABELLA
To BARON DE GUNZBURG From MRS. VREELAND Date August 13,1970
MRS SIMPSON
Copy to MRS SCHIFF
MRS. MELLEN
MRS DI MONTEZEMOLO
MRS. HOVEY
MISS DONOVAN
MRS. INGERSOLL
MISS MC KENNA
MRS. BUTLER
MISS WINKELHORN
MISS HAYS
MRS. FRANKEL MR. DUHE
MRS, BLACKMON
MRS. GROSS
MISS CANNE
MISS SLAVIN
Don't forget the butterfly is the motif of Paris and Rome and Milan.
It may not be new to us because of various flea market butterflies
we have seen from time to time but butterflies are just divine
and are everywhere as ornaments on the shoulder, at the wrist.
BiBi:
Isn't it quite important that you should really do something about
this. I do think that a divine halo of butterflies would be so
pretty on a little base fluttering about the face, down the neck
on small wires. This could most easily be made.
What's happening about the belts at the waist. I would deeply
appreciate it if I could have an answer from you as to what
is in work for Bali.
ALEXANDER MCQUEEN'S SPRING 2008 COLLECTION- A TRIBUTE TO ISABELLA BLOW &
THE HAT "a divine halo of butterflies " IS BY PHILIP TREACY-
-they must have gotten the memo.
Wonder what MRS. VREELAND would have made of that halo & of this tripartite- Zeus, Leto & Apollo?
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Daphne , "IZZY" & LochinVar
Daphne Guinness, art and fashion collector, has bought privately the entire Isabella Blow wardrobe that was to have been sold by Christie’s in the autumn.
“It’s Issy — it’s her DNA — it should not be scattered to the four winds,” says Ms. Guinness. “I want it to remain as a monument.” from the NYTIMES HERE
This statement by DG --- It is her DNA-
Yes, It is her skin shed within her armor that was fashion- ISABELLA BLOW, wore it well & valiantly.
-Sir Walter Scott
Daphne Guiness- LOCHINAR
Izzy's knight in shining armor.
“It’s Issy — it’s her DNA — it should not be scattered to the four winds,” says Ms. Guinness. “I want it to remain as a monument.” from the NYTIMES HERE
This statement by DG --- It is her DNA-
Yes, It is her skin shed within her armor that was fashion- ISABELLA BLOW, wore it well & valiantly.
LOCHINVAR~
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,
Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"
Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"
"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; --
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide --
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide --
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."
The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, --
"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.
He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, --
"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.
So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a gailiard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "'twere better by far
To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."
That never a hall such a gailiard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "'twere better by far
To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."
One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.
When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.
There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
-Sir Walter Scott
Daphne Guiness- LOCHINAR
Izzy's knight in shining armor.
the ornithologists
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'My relationship with McQueen began in 1994, when I went to a Saint Martins graduate show. I couldn't get a seat, so I sat on the stairs and I was just watching, when I suddenly thought: I really like those clothes, they are amazing. It was his first collection.‘It was the tailoring and the movement which initially drew me to them. I tried to get hold of him and I kept calling his mother, but he was on holiday.She kept saying: 'He's not here, he's not here.' She told him: 'This crazy person is trying to get hold of you.' I eventually got to meet him and I decided to buy the collection: I bought one thing a month and paid him £100 a week. He'd bring an outfit in a bin liner, I'd look at it and then he'd come to the cashpoint with me.'
~ isabella blow
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"And as a bird each fond endearment tries
To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay,
Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way."
~ Oliver Goldsmith
from Greek: ὄρνις, ὄρνιθος, ornis, ornithos, "bird"; and λόγος, logos, "knowledge
Antonio Valli da Todi 1601
they shared many things-
a love of ornithology
McQueen's Spring 2008 Collection
dedicated to Isabella Blow
Like a bird she seems to wear gay plumage unconsciously,
as if it grew upon her.
~Henry Ward Beecher
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds.
III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and a woman Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause.
VII
On thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet Of the women about you?
VIII
I know noble accents And lucid,
escapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved In what I know.
IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over Connecticut In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook The shadow of his equipage For blackbirds.
XII
The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
-Wallace Stevens
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, T
hey to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd.
Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires;
Hesperus, that led The starry host,
rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty,
at length.Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
~Milton
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.
~Langston Hughes
a hd versa tube
Eagle Sculpture
inspired by McQueen & Blow's mutual love of ornithology
Spring2008 Collection
'My relationship with McQueen began in 1994, when I went to a Saint Martins graduate show. I couldn't get a seat, so I sat on the stairs and I was just watching, when I suddenly thought: I really like those clothes, they are amazing. It was his first collection.‘It was the tailoring and the movement which initially drew me to them. I tried to get hold of him and I kept calling his mother, but he was on holiday.She kept saying: 'He's not here, he's not here.' She told him: 'This crazy person is trying to get hold of you.' I eventually got to meet him and I decided to buy the collection: I bought one thing a month and paid him £100 a week. He'd bring an outfit in a bin liner, I'd look at it and then he'd come to the cashpoint with me.'
~ isabella blow
The stripped and shapely Maple grieves
The ghosts of her Departed leaves.
ground is hard, As hard as stone.
The year is old, The birds are flown.
~John Updike
Sonnet: To a Child
Sweet is your antique body, not yet young;
Beauty withheld from youth that looks for youth;
Fair only for your father. Dear among Masters in art.
To all men else uncouth; Save me, who know your smile comes very old,
Learnt of the happy dead that laughed with gods;
For earlier suns than ours have lent you gold;
Sly fauns and trees have given you jigs and nods.
But soon your heart, hot-beating like a bird's, Shall slow down.
Youth shall lop your hair; And you must learn wry meanings in our words.
Your smile shall dull, because too keen aware;
And when for hopes your hand shall be uncurled,
Your eyes shall close, being open to the world.
~Wilfred Owens
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