Sunday, 17 February 2019
Why are Meghan Markle and Prince Harry 'SEPARATING' from Kate and William? / Tormenting Meghan Markle has become a national sport that shames us
ROYAL FEUD: Why are Meghan Markle and Prince Harry
'SEPARATING' from Kate and William?
MEGHAN Markle and Prince Harry’s relationship with Kate
Middleton and Prince William will become even more distant in the future
according to a shock claim. Why are the Sussexes separating from the
Cambridges?
By AMALIE HENDEN
PUBLISHED: 08:55, Sat, Feb 16, 2019 | UPDATED: 11:24, Sat,
Feb 16, 2019
Meghan Markle and Prince Harry will soon leave their London
home at Kensington Palace and move 20 miles away to Frogmore Cottage, a home on
the grounds of Frogmore House in Windsor. And while the Duke and Duchess of
Sussex are focusing on the arrival of their first baby, Kate and Prince
William’s focal point will be on their regal duties as the future King and
Queen of England. Why are the royal power couples separating?
According to E! News chief correspondent Melanie Bromley the
further separation between the Sussexes and the Cambridges are due to Kate and
Prince William’s coming to terms with their future roles within the Royal
Family.
Speaking to Express.co.uk, Ms Bromley claimed: "It’s
two women who are both going through changes that have actually to do with the
brothers.
"William is facing the reality of his future role right
now – it’s heartbreaking to say but the Queen is 92 and that means there are
going to be big changes in the monarchy in the next ten, maybe 15 years.
"That’s a reality everyone is preparing for."
The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are already busy raising
their three children - Prince George, Princess Charlotte and young Prince Louis
- and will also have their hands full with this over the next years.
Prince William, who is the second in line of succession to
the British throne, is receiving more and more responsibility as his
grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, is getting older.
And while the Duke of Cambridge prepares for his future
duties, Ms Bromley added Meghan Markle and Prince Harry are focusing on
becoming parents for the first time.
Ms Bromley added: "William and Kate have a different
purpose than Harry and Meghan and that is definitely going to impact the future
of the house of Cambridge and the house of Sussex.
"There are differences in general between these two
families, new families with children coming into the picture and lots of
changes.
“This fact is being portrayed as Meghan versus Kate.
"The idea that Kate somehow hasn’t been welcoming to
Meghan is completely unbelievable because if anyone understands what Meghan is
going through is Kate.
"That Meghan has come in and she thinks she knows how
to do things better is also unbelievable."
This comes amid rumours of tension between the two Royal
power couples.
A royal source told Vanity Fair Meghan and Kate are doing
what they can to get along, despite being “very different people” and tension
is said to be between brothers Prince William and Prince Harry.
The source said: “Kate and Meghan are very different people
and they don’t have a lot in common but they have made an effort to get along.
“Any issues are between the brothers.”
The reason for the tension between the royal brothers is
rumoured to be because Prince Harry does not think Prince William has done
enough to welcome Meghan into the family.
The source claimed: “Harry felt William wasn’t rolling out
the red carpet for Meghan and told him so.
“They had a bit of a fall out which was only resolved when
Charles stepped in and asked William to make an effort.
“That’s when the Cambridges invited the Sussexes to spend
Christmas with them.”
Tormenting Meghan Markle has become a national sport that
shames us
Catherine Bennett
Once, she was a breath of fresh air. Now media critics and
‘experts’ are having a field day
Sat 16 Feb 2019 20.30 GMT
‘Not the new Princess Diana’ – but arguably having worse
treatment in the press. Meghan and Prince Harry at the Endeavour Fund awards on
7 February 2019. Photograph: Tolga Akmen/PA
In the period when the acquisition of the former Meghan
Markle was depicted as little short of a national triumph, much was written in
the British press about her various accomplishments. These are, after all,
roughly as common in royal spouses as successful independent careers. Meghan,
the actress and blogger and charity worker, is also, it emerged, a skilled
calligrapher.
“I’ve always had a propensity for getting the cursive down
pretty well,” she once told an Esquire journalist, who’d described her writing
as “incredible”. “What it evolved into was my pseudo-waitressing job when I was
auditioning.”
Tormenting the
Duchess of Sussex has become a national sport, limited only by the supply of
new material
Now that tormenting the Duchess of Sussex has become a
national sport, limited only by the supply of new material, this same
incredible handwriting is proving a treasure trove for character assassins.
Last week, after her father released sections of a private letter she had
written, alleged handwriting experts confirmed what the Meghan pursuit is
making increasingly clear: harassment by the press is not over in the post-Leveson
era, just different, and not merely because the results are disseminated
instantly, with added conspiracy, on social media.
More vigilance over physical privacy still leaves room for
intrusive, but undisprovable, speculation; greater avoidance of libels does not
restrict dehumanising commentary, volunteered, of course, from a perspective of
strictly caring emotional literacy. Body language experts will claim, for
instance, to gauge her mental state from Meghan’s deployment of her bump. Since
the Ipso code of conduct proscribing harassment doesn’t cover any distress
caused by amateur analysis, maybe former phone hackers and laid-off bin
rummagers could yet find employment as hired gaslighters of one sort or
another.
For the Daily Mirror, Ruth Myers, a handwriting expert,
found, in a protractedly unflattering analysis, that the letter exposed Meghan
as “emotionally insecure and self-pitying”. Also “easily provoked to anger”. It
was further possible for this scholar to deduce, from handwriting alone, “an
inability to forgive”, something arguably contradicted by the letter’s
existence.
In the same document, Emma Bache, another expert, discovered
evidence of a “showman and a narcissist”. Tracey Trussell detected
vulnerability: “It’s impossible for her to forget people who have meant so much
to her in her life.”
If, having got beyond her conscious, professional
calligraphy, these experts could not agree on which facets, out of so many, of
the duchess’s character are most concerning, well, perhaps that only confirms,
to the trolls congregating on Twitter, that fellow Meghanphobe Piers Morgan is
correct to feel (following his defriending by her) generally “suspicious and
cynical about Ms Markle”.
Morgan is sympathetic, instead, to the emotionally abusive
man who, with the unstinting support of the British press, has committed to
destroying Meghan’s pleasure in her wedding, her pregnancy and, by the sound of
it, her forthcoming motherhood – “her poor father”. If superficially unalike,
the two older men appear to share an incredulous resentment that a young woman
might, out of self-preservation, disregard them, no matter many times they
misrepresent or admonish her.
The latest example of Morgan’s retribution was among several
press retorts prompted by an intervention by George Clooney, who warned: “She
is being pursued and hunted in the same way that Diana was and it’s history
repeating itself.”
By way of correcting him, a number of royalty authorities
seized this opportunity to attack Meghan, for the completely new personality
defect of being implicitly compared with Diana, by someone who is probably not
– her critics say – a proper friend anyway. Arthur Edwards, who photographed the
teenage Diana in a transparent skirt (“the sun came out and revealed those
beautiful legs”), told Meghan to “lighten up. You’re not the new Princess
Diana.” In the Times, Clooney’s comment was dismissed as “utter fantasy”.
If not exactly fantasy, Clooney’s version of Diana’s
persecution does, admittedly, leave lots out. Glossed over is the late
princess’s well-documented habit, with the collusion of chosen journalists, of
invading her own privacy; her later refusal to use royal protection officers.
When secrecy mattered to her, Diana did take holidays or have long
relationships, undocumented in the press. Moreover, prior to her first
(initially denied) experiment in shared psychodrama, authored with Andrew
Morton, in which she detailed Prince Charles’s infidelity with Camilla
Parker-Bowles, the young Diana remained, to her husband’s annoyance, a
cherished national pet.
Would any of this, it
is increasingly asked, have happened if Meghan were not (to use her term)
biracial?
So if anything, Clooney surely does not go far enough.
Within months of her marriage, with zero contribution from their victim,
sections of the UK press had identified Meghan as someone of whom virtually
anything malicious might be said, regardless of accuracy, public interest and
its potential impact on her health. Neither her advancing pregnancy nor one
attempted correction has brought any respite.
Whatever privacy concessions Meghan Markle was willing
(however inexplicably) to make in exchange for royal privileges, she could not,
reasonably, have anticipated these sustained personal attacks, for which the
sole justification is – ludicrously – that they originate in a man who should
ideally be rewarded with a restraining order. Would any of this, it is
increasingly asked, given the indulgence extended to most royal hangers-on,
have happened if Meghan were not, to use her term, biracial?
Plainly, this affluent couple have choices and an exit from
royal life could liberate them, at once, from vindictive relations and their
press facilitators, to say nothing of their current destiny as lifetime
specimens for bodily and other analysis. Plus we’d finally find out if anything
would make the Markles happy.
That outcome might be less promising, however, for the
reputations of the very news groups that, seconds after identifying Meghan as
breath of fresh air, decided she was also a hardened manipulatrix, cruel to her
poor stalker of a daddy, with a way of being pregnant that really pisses off
newsroom executives. And leave aside plunging trust levels, and journalism’s
deepening funding crisis, will no one think of the graphologists?
• Catherine Bennett is an Observer columnist
Saturday, 16 February 2019
Anna Wintour: The editor-in-chief of American Vogue talks to Jess Cartner-Morley
Anna Wintour: a rare face-to-face with the most important
woman in fashion
Anna Wintour
editor-in-chief American Vogue. Photograph: Tyler Mitchell
The editor-in-chief of American Vogue talks to Jess
Cartner-Morley about Michelle Obama, fake news and only spending 20 minutes at
parties.
Portraits by Tyler Mitchell
Sat 16 Feb 2019 06.00 GMT
One morning last August, Anna Wintour was playing tennis
with her coach in the 40-acre grounds of her Long Island summerhouse. She
noticed he seemed a little distracted: “But his wife was about to have a baby,
so I thought he was nervous about that.” Then it struck her that they had
attracted an unusual number of spectators. The house was brimful with family,
but it was earlier than most people get up on a weekend. (“I’m a morning
person,” says Wintour, for whom anything later than 5am constitutes a lie-in.)
As she prepared to serve, she heard a car pull up. “I am pretty OCD about
guests and where they are sleeping. I thought, I’m not expecting anyone else, I
don’t have any more rooms. Who is this? And then I thought – that looks like
Roger [Federer, with whom Wintour is good friends]. And that looks like [his
wife] Mirka. And that looks like their twins.” Wintour’s daughter Bee Shaffer,
it transpired, had arranged for a Federer-Wintour family tennis tournament,
“which was the best gift a daughter could give a tennis-mad mother. I got to
play doubles with Roger for the first time in our very long friendship, against
my two nephews.” Twenty-five floors above Manhattan, behind the ebonised
mahogany Alan Buchsbaum desk from which she has ruled the fashion world for
three decades, she leans back in her chair and smiles at the memory. “We won,
of course.”
Of course. Anna Wintour plays to win in everything she does.
She is editor-in-chief of American Vogue and artistic director of parent
company Condé Nast, but her job titles do not come close to describing her
iconic status. Vogue has been a launchpad from which she has powered herself to
become a player in culture and politics. She is a fashion industry kingmaker, a
Washington insider (Barack Obama’s fourth-biggest fundraiser in the 2012
campaign), an art world luminary (the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan
Museum was renamed in her honour in 2014) and a Dame of the British Empire. And
her haircut alone – as preternaturally unruffled and impenetrable up close as
it looks in photographs – is recognisable from space.
The Anna Wintour mythology is as much about power as it is
about fashion. It owes a great deal to the 2006 film The Devil Wears Prada in
which Meryl Streep’s ice-queen editor, assumed to be a cartoonised Wintour,
created a character that popular culture has thrilled to ever since. Such is
her fame that a mere rumour of her departure is enough to send shockwaves
through the fashion and media worlds. (Last summer, these rose to such a
clamour that Condé Nast issued a statement confirming Wintour would remain at
Vogue “indefinitely”.)
Her office has an air of ambassadorial gentility. No
industrial styling, no modish succulents. Definitely no treadmill desk. The
south wall is glass, diffusing the room with silver light bouncing off the
towers of the financial district. Framed photos of her son Charles and Bee, as
children and as the thirtysomethings they are now, are prominently displayed on
her desk, on the window ledge and between a pair of topiaried miniature trees
standing sentry on the limewashed sideboard. A cornflower-blue ceramic vase is
filled with fresh ranunculus in Titian reds and coppers; a glass pot holds
sharpened HB pencils. Only the lipstick mark on the grande Starbucks coffee cup
and the Chanel sunglasses in the in-tray give the Vogue game away.
I am summoned to this inner sanctum 10 minutes before our
scheduled 9am interview time. Wintour is wearing a calf-length Erdem dress in
dark silk with a bright floral print, collared with two sparkling necklaces. A
blush pink coat and a jade green scarf are thrown over a corner chair next to a
small Victoria Beckham black leather tote. With characteristic briskness, she
has already wrapped her portrait shoot with Tyler Mitchell, who last year
became the first black person to shoot a Vogue cover when he photographed
Beyoncé for Wintour’s September issue. “He’s charming, he’s intelligent – I’ve
been impressed by what he’s said yes to, and what he’s said no to,” she says of
Mitchell. “Also, he’s quick.”
Before the shoot, she was watching Andy Murray’s match at
the Australian Open on television – his first after announcing his retirement.
“So emotional,” she says, gravely. Is it true that she herself plays tennis
every day at 5am? “I don’t play tennis as much as I used to, but I get up every
day between 4am and 5am, and I work out every day.” (Her game is, she says,
“terrible! But I enjoy it.”) While we’re on the subject, this seems an
opportune moment to verify some of the other Anna Wintour myths. What about
spending only 20 minutes at parties? “Well, it depends on the party. If it is
fashion week, then most likely I will be in and out. But there have been many
times I have stayed a lot longer, believe me.” She is smiling, but her folded
arms semaphore impatience to change the subject. I am sorry to say that I
chicken out of asking her if it’s true about eating medium rare steak for lunch
every day.
Becoming a public figure in a way no other Vogue editor ever
has been “wasn’t a conscious path”, she insists. “I don’t work for Anna Wintour,
I work for Condé Nast. I don’t have any kind of social media accounts or look
for personal recognition.” But Wintour is instantly recognisable, thanks to a
style that has remained almost unchanged since the 80s. Her sleek bob teamed
with a sharp wit has often been a power combination, channelled by Uma Thurman
as Mia Wallace in Pulp Fiction, by the diminutive Edna Mode in The Incredibles
and by Taylor Swift at her most sassy. But the style was “not a strategic
decision”, Wintour insists. “I feel comfortable with it, that’s all. I am a
creature of habit. Honestly, Jess, it’s not something I spend any time thinking
about at all. I come to the office and do my job.”
Wintour’s image of cool, impermeable authority has become a
blueprint for successful female leadership. I am sure I even caught something
of Wintour’s staccato delivery in the sardonic crispness of Emily Blunt’s Mary
Poppins. The notion raises a smile, but Wintour has a politician’s sleight of
hand when it comes to answering questions she doesn’t like, segueing to her
preferred talking points. She steers the conversation away from her own image
and on to how Vogue is championing women in political leadership. “I was very
encouraged by our midterm results on that front. I believe women are taking
control and standing up for what they believe in. We are in a moment of huge
change.” She reels off an impressive list of female politicians who have
appeared in the magazine recently, including Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Amy
Klobuchar, Lauren Underwood, Kirsten Gillibrand and Kamala Harris.
For the best part of two decades, Wintour’s Vogue was closer
to the White House than Vogue had ever been. Hillary Clinton became the first
first lady to cover Vogue in 1998 – an honour not bestowed, even, on Jackie
Kennedy – and in 2016, Vogue endorsed her presidential candidacy, the first
time the magazine had ever been publicly partisan. But it is the mention of
Michelle Obama that sends Wintour into raptures. “What intrigued me and the
rest of the world about Mrs Obama from the beginning was her poise, her
intelligence, her grace, how articulate she was, and the sense that she gave of
being a true partner to her husband. She was remarkable in so many ways – and
still is, look at the incredible success of her book – and I was thrilled to
see how she embraced fashion in such a democratic way. She would wear leggings
one day, a designer gown the next, and look comfortable in both. She wasn’t
locked into one idea of how a first lady should dress. For Vogue, she was a
gift.” When the Met’s Costume Institute was renamed in recognition of Wintour’s
work as a fundraiser and cheerleader, Michelle Obama cut the ribbon, saying,
“I’m here because I have such respect and admiration for this woman, who I am
proud to call my friend.”
Since Trump’s election, Vogue has found itself in
opposition, a position it has embraced with unexpected relish. The September
issue included a profile on Stormy Daniels (the adult film star who had a hush
money deal with the president) which saw Daniels resplendent in evening gown
and Tiffany diamonds, photographed by Annie Leibovitz. “Today’s audience – not
just Vogue’s audience, every audience – wants journalism to take a stand,”
Wintour says. “People want to know what you believe in and what you stand for.
In this time of fake news, when there is so much disregard for truth and value
and for supporting those less fortunate than oneself, we have a moral
obligation to stand up for what’s right.”
While Michelle Obama starred on three Vogue covers as first
lady, Melania Trump is still waiting for Wintour to call. Will Melania be in
Vogue, I ask? “Melania has been on the cover of Vogue,” Wintour fires back
without missing a beat. Indeed she has, in her wedding dress, in 2005, but not
as first lady, representing the White House. “We do report on Melania
consistently, on vogue.com,” says Wintour. “Which is Vogue.” Her inflection
puts the emphasis firmly on the full stop.
She picks up her mobile phone. “I’m going to ask someone to
bring me another coffee. Would you like one?” I say no, and wait for her to
make her call, but after a few seconds she raises an amused eyebrow at me. “Go
ahead. I can type and think at the same time, you know.” She has texted the
coffee request, I realise. As perfect as Wintour’s manners are, I do not get
the impression it would be wise to put them to the test by boring her. I try
not to think about the scene in the 2009 Vogue documentary The September Issue
when Stefano Pilati, then designer of Yves Saint Laurent, withers under her
stony-faced appraisal of his latest collection.
Born in London in 1949 to a British father (Evening Standard
editor Charles Wintour) and an American mother, Wintour moved to New York in
her 20s. She returned to London in 1985 to edit British Vogue, but was back in
New York two years later. Her first issue as editor of American Vogue, in
November 1988, featured a model wearing jeans, which famously caused the
printers to call Vogue’s office to check they had the right picture. It was an
early signpost of the shift from fashion being “something that was directed at
a small group, to becoming something that speaks to everyone. That has been the
most extraordinary change that I have seen.” As fashion has swelled to a
powerful force in culture over the last three decades, Vogue has ridden the
crest of that wave. A Vogue cover has become an official stamp not just of
beauty, but of relevance. For Amal Clooney, Serena Williams and others, a Vogue
cover has signalled a change in gear from success in their field to general
superstardom. “Vogue stands for quality,” Wintour says. “To be recognised by
Vogue always has an impact.”
In 1998, Renée Zellweger became the first non-model to cover
an all-important September issue of Vogue (traditionally the biggest of the
year). As the era of the supermodel waned, Wintour coached and coaxed a new
generation of actresses to take their place. “The supermodels led us to
celebrity,” Wintour says. “The generation of models who came after the supers
just wanted to be models, and didn’t want that spotlight. Meanwhile,
celebrities were starting to engage with fashion, realising the power of
fashion to build their personality, to express who they were, on the red carpet
or the front row. So the supermodels ended up being replaced by celebrities.”
The alchemy that happens when fashion meets celebrity is at its most potent at
the Met Gala, over which Wintour (who has chaired the event since 1995) will
once again preside on the first Monday in May.
But today Wintour, who rarely gives interviews, seems less
interested in talking frocks than in establishing her place on the right side
of history. “I hope I have been able to use the platform of Vogue to do a
little bit of good in the world,” she says. She mentions the CFDA Fashion Fund,
launched in the aftermath of 9/11 to support young American designers. “It has
been wonderful to see Condé Nast and Vogue taking leadership in championing
diversity. As a company, we want to stand for positive change. I personally
take that very seriously, but it’s not just about me. Edward Enninful was such
an important appointment at British Vogue, and he is leading the way on
diversity.” I ask who her mentors and allies have been, and she namechecks Condé
Nast luminaries Si Newhouse and Alexander Liberman, and designers Karl
Lagerfeld, Calvin Klein and Ralph Lauren, before landing on Kay Graham,
publisher of the Washington Post during the Watergate era. “She was a great
friend of my father’s and became a great friend of mine. I admired everything
she stood for, how she represented the progress of women, how she stood her
ground against the White House. She believed in her editors, she had wonderful
women friends and was a deeply good person and had a lot of fun. And [she] was
a great tennis player.”
It is a year since the New York Times published allegations
of sexual misconduct against Mario Testino and Bruce Weber, two star
photographers of Wintour’s Vogue. Wintour has faced criticism for having failed
to use her power to better protect the vulnerable in fashion. “We take very
seriously events that happen in the industry, whether in or out of our
control,” she says today, “and after so many unfortunate incidents came to
light, we took a strong stand.” Testino and Weber were banished from Vogue. A
new Condé Nast code of conduct forbids the hiring of models under 18, and
requires images involving nudity, swimwear, lingerie or suggestive poses to be
approved in advance by the subject.
How long Wintour will remain at Vogue is impossible to predict,
because Condé Nast is itself in turmoil. Having lost an estimated $250m over
the past two years, the company recently announced plans to merge US and
international operations, and is searching for a new CEO to replace the
departing Bob Sauerberg. Wintour enthuses about the digital age as “a golden
era for journalism, because we have the luxury of being able to talk to more
people than ever before”, but digital has undoubtedly eroded the might of
Vogue. The magazine’s Instagram account has 21.5 million followers but that
sounds less impressive when you note that three of the Kardashian family – Kim,
Kylie and Kendall – have more than 100 million followers each.
Wintour insists that she believes print magazines will be
around “for ever”. Really? “Yes, for ever. I really believe that. Print remains
the jewel in the crown.” Does she think of Vogue as a magazine, these days, or
is it now a brand? “I don’t care for the word brand, to be honest,” she says.
“It makes me feel like I’m in a supermarket. But I love Vogue – very deeply.”
She types a few words on her phone and the door opens to signal our time is up.
She walks me to her door, shakes my hand, bids me a warm goodbye and turns to
her assistant. “I asked for a coffee,” she says. There is no discernible hint
in her tone that this is a sackable offence. But then, Anna Wintour doesn’t
give much away.
Wednesday, 13 February 2019
Sunday, 10 February 2019
Baftas 2019 / VIDEO: 2019 Baftas: Joanna's jokes, Brexit jibes and the best speeches
Olivia Colman’s win for best
actress is among seven gongs for the period romp, but Alfonso Cuarón is set
fair for Oscars glory as Roma takes best picture, best director, and two more
Mark Brown Arts correspondent
Sun 10 Feb 2019 21.32 GMT Last
modified on Mon 11 Feb 2019 04.42 GMT
Olivia Colman’s performance as the
unstable, self-pitying and hilariously bad-mannered Queen Anne won her Bafta
award success on Sunday evening – one of seven awards for the 18th-century
comedy The Favourite.
The film was easily the biggest
winner at the glitzy Royal Albert Hall ceremony, picking up prizes including
including best British film, best production design, best supporting actress,
best original screenplay and best costume design.
Colman followed up her success at
the Golden Globes and the Critics Choice awards by being named best actress – a
category pundits predicted would feature a close race between her and Glenn
Close, nominated for The Wife.
“We are having an amazing night aren’t we?”
said Colman in her speech, which met with a standing ovation. “We are going to
get so pissed later.”
It caps a stratospheric rise for
the actor who early in her career struggled for parts and was best known for
comedy, becoming a regular in Mitchell and Webb television and radio sketches
and Peep Show. Later came career-changing dramas such as Broadchurch and The
Night Manager – up next: the middle-aged Elizabeth in Netflix’s The Crown.
Playing a queen of England does
not guarantee Bafta success, but it unquestionably helps. Colman follows in the
footsteps of Katharine Hepburn (Eleanor of Aquitaine), Judi Dench (Elizabeth I
and Victoria), Cate Blanchett (Elizabeth I) and Helen Mirren (Elizabeth II) in
winning for a royal turn.
Both her co-stars, Emma Stone and
Rachel Weisz, were nominated for best supporting actress, with Weisz winning
out. Weisz paid tribute to her co-stars, saying: “I salute you! Didn’t we have
an extraordinary time. Hats off, ladies.”
It was a terrific night for The
Favourite but it lost out to the widely lauded tear-jerker Roma in the best
film category. Roma’s director Alfonso Cuarón was named best director, beating
Yorgos Lanthimos, Spike Lee, Bradley Cooper and Paweł Pawlikowski. It also won
best cinematography (by Cuarón himself) and best film not in the English
language.
Cuarón thanked Netflix for having
the “faith and courage to get behind a black-and-white film about a domestic
worker, subtitled from Spanish, and bring it to audiences around the world.
“To see a film about an indigenous
domestic worker embraced this way in an age when fear and anger propose to
divide us means the world to me.
“Reverting back to a world of
separation and isolation is not a solution to anything. It is simply an excuse to
hide our fear within our basest instincts.”
If there was an underlying theme
of the evening – apart from the odd jibe about Brexit – then it was diversity
in the industry. Or the lack of such.
One of the biggest cheers went to
The Favourite’s production designers Fiona Crombie and Alice Felton when they
dedicated their win to “every woman and working mother who keeps it together
and makes it happen”. And screenwriter Deborah Davis said: “Thank you for
celebrating our female-dominated movie about women in power.”
The Favourite’s costume designer,
Sandy Powell, described it as a dream “to design for three powerful female
protagonists played by three powerful female actresses”.
Earlier in the evening, the
film-maker Elizabeth Chai Vasarhelyi, accepting the best documentary award for
Free Solo, which follows rock climber Alex Honnold on a remarkable,
heart-stopping free solo climb, thanked National Geographic for “hiring women
and people of colour … because we do make the films better”.
Bohemian Rhapsody won two awards,
including best actor for Rami Malek’s remarkable portrayal of Freddie Mercury.
“This is totally extraordinary,” he said. “Thank you for this generous gift.”
The film’s success is striking on
several levels, considering some fans were unhappy at what they perceived as
liberties taken by the plot, as well as the mixed reception it got from
critics, and the unceremonious firing of director Bryan Singer before the film
was finished. Last week, Singer’s name was removed from the nominations list
because of sexual misconduct allegations against him. Malek did not mention
Singer in his speech.
Can You Ever Forgive Me? star
Richard E Grant continued to enjoy his award-season party, grinning constantly
and posing for photographs, but he failed to win best supporting actor, losing
to Mahershala Ali for Green Book.
It was a brilliant night for The
Favourite, but the Bafta record of nine awards – set in 1971 by Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid – remains intact.
Other awards included best
original music for A Star Is Born, and outstanding British debut for the film-makers
of Beast.
This year’s awards were the first
to take place since Bafta introduced new rules to increase diversity in the
films it honours. But although change is happening, it is too slow for many
observers, who point to the all-male shortlist for the best director category.
The only woman to ever win is Kathryn Bigelow for The Hurt Locker in 2009.
Bafta contends that the lack of
women director nominations is a reflection of wider problems in the industry.
On the red carpet, Dame Pippa Harris, Bafta’s chair, said only 10% of the films
entered this year were directed by women. “It needs to be 50%.” She
acknowledged there is “still much more to be done” and praised the “4%
challenge”, which encourages people in the film industry to commit to working with
a female director within the next 18 months. “It seems so low as a bar you
think, ‘Really? Is that all we are aiming for?’ But I think it’s great to have
something concrete that people can pledge to do.”
For the second year running,
Joanna Lumley presented the awards – probably down to her not being on Twitter,
she joked. In truth that was one of her better lines, as many of her scripted
gags were met with groans or, worse, polite chuckles.
The ceremony’s in memorium section
paid tribute to figures such as Albert Finney and Nicolas Roeg, accompanied by
the young saxophonist Jess Gillam playing the title track from Love Story.
The only award voted for by the
public, the rising star award, went to Letitia Wright, the Guyanese-born
British star of Black Panther, who revealed from the stage that she was deeply
depressed a few years ago and was considering giving up acting. Her faith in
God and Bafta got her back on track, she said.
The evening’s highest honour, the
Bafta fellowship, was given to film editor Thelma Schoonmaker, a three-time
Oscar winner and one of Martin Scorsese’s closest collaborators, who has worked
on 22 of his features.
Ahead of the award, Schoonmaker
revealed to the Observer her plans to publish the diaries of her late husband,
the director Michael Powell.
Another of Bafta’s special awards,
for outstanding British contribution to cinema, was presented by Bill Nighy to
husband-and-wife producers Stephen Woolley and Elizabeth Karlsen, whose films
over four decades, from The Crying Game to Carol, have been nominated for a
total of 52 Baftas.
Wednesday, 6 February 2019
The Rebirth of an English Country House: St. Giles House by Earl Of Shaftsbury (Author), Tim Knox (Author) VIDEO:Lord Shaftesbury's Extensive Estate Restoration
The Rebirth of an English Country House: St. Giles House
by Earl Of Shaftsbury (Author), Tim Knox (Author)
The 12th Earl of Shaftesbury, 39-year-old Nicholas
Ashley-Cooper, invites the reader into the house that his family has called
home since the fifteenth century. In recent years, his award-winning
restoration has brought the house back to life, transforming exquisite spaces
that honour the past while being suited to twenty-first-century living. English
country-house splendour, through the hands of some of the world s top artisans
and craftspeople, returns to the house in the form of re-created wallpapers,
customized paints, revived furniture from the Georgian and Victorian periods,
reworked antique Brussels tapestries, restored plasterwork and textiles, and a
complete overhaul of the landscape, with its sunken garden, woodlands, avenue
of beeches, lake, and shell-encrusted grotto. With stories of noteworthy
architecture, beautiful interiors, and centuries of a single family s
involvement in British and world history, this book will appeal to devotees of
country living, the aristocratic life, historic houses, and English interior
design.
Above: Nicholas Ashley-Cooper, 12th Earl of Shaftesbury, and
his wife, Dinah. Top: The exterior of St. Giles House.
Photo: Juston Barton
In 2012, Nicholas Edmund Anthony Ashley-Cooper, the 12th
Earl of Shaftesbury, and his wife became the first people to live in St Giles
House, Dorset, since the death of his great-grandfather in 1961. The Grade I
listed building had been the family home since the 1400’s, but like many
English country houses, it fell into disrepair following World War II. Lord
Shaftesbury’s talk will explain his sudden inheritance, as well as describe his
personal trials and tribulations, and eventual successes with the renaissance
of St. Giles. He will show dramatic before-and-after photos, from the interiors
to the grounds and gardens, which offer a front row seat into the house’s
dramatic transformations. The result is a testament to his resilience to honor
his family’s past while embracing 21st century living.
The 12th Earl of Shaftesbury Relays a Family's History Through Its House
In a new book, the earl reminisces on St. Giles House and
the drama that unfolded within it
By Mitchell Owens
December 12, 2018
The 12th Earl of Shaftesbury Relays a Family's History
Through Its House
“Houses are exactly like gardens,” Nick Shaftesburytold AD
PRO recently. “You leave a garden for summer or six months, and it’s just gone
wild. A house is the same: left to its own devices, it unravels so quickly
without humans stroking, caressing, tending, fixing, and constantly keeping the
thing going.” In his case, the “thing” is St. Giles House, the redbrick seat of
the Ashley-Cooper family for nearly 400 years, and home to the Manhattan DJ (he
was then known as Nick AC) turned 12th earl of Shaftesbury. It’s also the
subject of an engaging, intimate, and surprisingly honest book, freshly
published by Rizzoli: The Rebirth of an English Country House: St Giles House ($55).
Written by Shaftesbury and Tim Knox (now the curator of the
Royal Collection) and photographed by Justin Barton, The Rebirth of an English
Country House traces the trajectory of St. Giles, located near the Dorset
village of Wimborne St. Giles, from splendor to dilapidation and nearly back
again. (More on that strategic “nearly” in a few moments.) That narrative is
interwoven with the brutal 2004 murder of Shaftesbury’s flamboyant father, the
10th earl, by his third wife’s brother, and the death, six months later, of his
27-year-old accountant brother, the 11th earl, of a heart attack during a
holiday in New York. Three years after that, Shaftesbury broke his back in a
riding accident. (He has since healed and is now a marathon runner and
ambassador for Wings of Life, an Austrian-based international spinal-cord
research foundation.) These episodes upended the present earl’s life,
personally and professionally, and thus might have understandably been entirely
skirted in the new book, but Shaftesbury and his family agreed that enough time
had passed. In any case, it’s not as if the story of St. Giles could be told
without them.
“My siblings and my mother were affected by those events as
much as I was, but they have been really supportive, and I shared with them what
I had written, and they were comfortable with it,” says the 39-year-old,
sleeve-tattooed aristocrat, who married veterinary surgeon Dinah Streifeneder
in 2010 and has three children, Anthony, Viva, and Zara. “Each of us has dealt
with it in our own way,” he continues. “Sometimes you see tabloid articles that
are kind of distressing, and other times you give interviews, but some of them
have been lovely, actually." Ultimately, he says, "the book was
cathartic.”
The Rizzoli deal also gave Shaftesbury a singular
opportunity to honor his late father’s own youthful efforts in preserving St.
Giles, which hadn’t been occupied since the 1940s. “It’s easy for people to
focus on a man who had spiraled out of control, and mist over all the years he
had put into his family and into the house,” he explains. “It’s also nice to
highlight my brother’s contributions. What we’ve done is finish off work that
had been started off many years before.”
The 10th Lord Shaftesbury started the ball rolling in the
early 1970s by demolishing Victorian additions that had transformed the 1650–51
house, constructed for the first earl, into a castellated, elephantine sprawl,
picturesque in silhouette but with unwieldy results. “Unfortunately, the
Victorians did that a lot,” explains the present earl, who larded the stylishly
produced book with family photographs and staggering "before" shots
(think collapsed ceilings and black mold). “We live in an era where you can’t
touch anything or make any changes, but my father’s removals made the house
more practical and more aesthetically pleasing," he opines.
The biggest contribution was the 10th earl’s brilliant
decision to remove the disintegrating stucco that had been slathered on the
exterior in Victorian days—it was fashionable at the time—to expose the
original 17th-century brick. (He also got rid of a disfiguring 19th-century tower.)
Says Shaftesbury, “The result is a charming, softer house.” Still, the
restoration stalled because of money issues, and the family continued to live
at another Ashley-Cooper property. Then came 1999, the first of several anni
horribiles that came in swift succession. The 10th earl, shattered by the death
of his adored mother, relocated to the South of France, divorced his Swedish
second wife (the present earl’s mother), and succumbed to drugs, alcohol, and
sketchy romances.
Though St. Giles had returned to its original form under the
10th earl’s ministrations, the house, still shuttered and crumbling, eventually
ended up on English Heritage’s Buildings at Risk list. Roofs leaked so badly
that buckets were positioned all over the house; windows rarely kept out the
elements; giant holes allowed one to peer into the basement; and all manner of
disintegration abounded. “Dry rot is a particularly sinister phrase, isn’t it?”
Shaftesbury says. “It’s even more sinister in real life.” In 2015, though, he
and his wife proudly accepted the Historic Houses Association and Sotheby’s
Restoration Award for their enthusiastic efforts in turning back St. Giles’
decline in just five years. They also settled into a sprightly, easygoing
apartment in the south wing (it’s featured in the book, too) and revitalized
the 5,500-acre estate as a business—farming its fields, raising cattle for
dairy and beef, running commercial partridge and pheasant shoots, and renting
out portions of the house and outbuildings for weddings and the like. The book
also generously highlights the works of the artisans and craftspeople who have
helped the Shaftesburys in the restoration, which ranged from the reproduction
of antique wallpapers to the restoration of the park and its grottoes, as well
as the restoration grants and other funding that helped bring St. Giles back to
life.
Curiously, though, it’s what the Shaftesburys haven’t done
at St Giles that rivets the visitor’s eye. The Great Dining Room, which is
pictured on the book’s cover, is still missing a goodly portion of the
18th-century paneling, revealing the underlying brick walls in full view. (Yes,
dry rot was the culprit.) As a result, an earlier era’s doors and windows,
sealed up when the room was remodeled in the 1700s, are plainly visible—and it
was the Shaftesburys’ inspired idea not to re-create the grand space as a
period piece. “When you try something different, it’s nice when people don’t
always get it. Sometimes they ask, ‘When are you going to finish?’ Or ‘Did you
really take off all the paneling?’” Shaftesbury explains. “What I love about
that space is that your imagination is allowed to run wild. A lot of houses are
grand and beautiful but there’s often no surprise or thought-provoking element.
It’s lovely to feel that we can contribute something to the house and not be
entirely slavish to what happened before.”
Enraptured by the story that Nick Shaftesbury tells in The
Rebirth of an English Country House? Then get thee to South Carolina’s
Charleston Antiques Show: On March 16, 2019, the earl will be talking about the
revival of St. Giles. The trip to America is also a bit of a homecoming—the
first earl, the man who built St. Giles, was one of the Carolina colony’s
original lords proprietor, and namesake of the state's Ashley and Cooper
rivers. Whether his DJ descendant spins any discs, though, is anybody’s guess.
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