Apr 26

2016

I’m captivated by photographs of Lucian Freud. Over the last year or so, pictures of him posing with animals keep catching my eye – one of him in 2010 soon before he died clutching a fox to his chest on the cover of the FT Weekend Magazine, and then another of him (from the same article) leading a horse. I felt compelled to cut out both and post them on my inspiration wall. More recently I spotted a photo of him in the catalogue for the National Portrait Gallery – it’s from much earlier in his life – 1947 – and in it he is gently holding a pet sparrowhawk. In each picture, his ease with and tenderness towards animals is apparent, and the resulting images are profoundly moving.

So I dug further on the internet and found a wealth of inspiring photographs of Lucian Freud, the man. In his youth I am struck primarily by his good looks. What a handsome guy. He appears intense, but comfortable enough in his own skin. His clothes are good too, but overshadowed at this point by his looks. Later on, as his face is more intense, haggard even, it is then that I really notice his clothes  – the ever-present scarf, the denim shirt, the slightly rumpled jacket, the belt fastened over the loops – all to an elegant but effortless effect. What a character.


Mar 21

2014

There is nothing Christopher loves to do more than an outdoor chore. Whether it’s spraying stinging nettles, strimming the edge of the garden, planting trees, removing a hedge, mowing the grass, tending to the compost heap, moving a large animal or even just weeding, he’s in total heaven. He equally loves having the right gear for the chore. He spends hours in the farm supply shop and in the hardware store staring in awe and desire just like I do when I’m in Isabel Marant. Sometimes I walk outside, or round the corner towards home on my walk, and when I catch sight of him, I just can’t help but burst out in laughter. His look often reminds me of a HAZ MAT inspector or Mr. Green Jeans from Captain Kangaroo or even, sometimes, when he gets overheated and unzips his white jumpsuit, of Elvis. Despite the hilarity, I thoroughly enjoy witnessing the pleasure Christopher takes in wearing and doing what he loves.