Wednesday, 19 September 2018

Thanks Bookster!


Some months ago (March 2018) during a short trip to Lisbon, Jeeves  took some photographs of himself wearing a ready to wear Hacking Jacket, made by Bookster (https://tweedlandthegentlemansclub.blogspot.com/2018/03/jeeves-short-trip-to-lisbon-wearing.html)
In a very pleasant follow up, Bookster, tailored using the same “tweed” fabric, a pair of trousers following my specifications (very simple and functional.)

 High Waist Trousers. (to wear with suspenders)
Double Pleats Inward
Plain Waistband with Button Side Adjusters
Turn-ups (5cm)
Two Back Pockets
ZIP fly
Lining half to the knee

What I really wanted was a timeless, comfortable and functional suit, away from the “Italian syndrome” who has dominated the scene of “business” life, in a great paradox, transforming people who want to look responsible, in “fat babies” wearing too small clothes.
Thanks Bookster!
JEEVES / Tweedland / António Sérgio Rosa de Carvalho / Architectural Historian.

All Photographs by  MisjaB





All Photographs by  MisjaB





Model:  Hacking Jacket
Cloth: Thistle Tweed
Cloth Weight:  550gms / 22oz
Weight Category: Medium Weight
Cloth Pattern: Check
Cloth Colour: Green Gold Mix with Purple/Wine Windowpane Over Check
Lining: Purple Viscose Twill Lining
Buttons: Dark Horn
Style: 3 Button Front
Lapel: Notch Lapel with Collar Tab Feature
Outside Pockets: 3 Extra Slant Flap Pockets and Welted Breast Bocket
Inside Pockets: 2 Inside Breast Pocket with Security Pocket Right, Pen Pocket and Card Pocket left
Cuff: 4 Button Real Cuff
Vents: Twin Vents
Trim: Purple Undrcollar


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Email: info@bookster.co.uk

OUR STORY

Bookster was established by Peter and Michelle King in Herefordshire in 2007 and was borne out of selling vintage clothing in the 1970s which, over time, became renowned for specialising in Tweed.

This specialisation was due to a continued frustration that tweed clothing was only available in a limited number of small sizes. With a growing customer base of demand for Tweed garments (in a variety of shapes and sizes) they decided that the best way to serve their clients was to actually start making Tweed jackets in custom sizes.

Thus Bookster Tailoring was established to introduce The Bookster Original made to order Tweed Jacket. Popularity for the product rapidly grew and soon demand had seen the product range widen significantly, whilst maintaining the Bookster Tweed Jacket as its core focus.

In 2014 Bookster Tailoring was acquired by new owners, with a rich tailoring heritage stretching back over 100 years, and subsequently the company’s headquarters moving to Leeds, a famous heartland for tailoring and cloth production.

The acquisition has only strengthened Bookster’s client offering in terms of product range, customisation options, selection of cloth, fit, tailoring quality and customer service. Today Bookster, still specialising in Tweed, has a customer base of satisfied clients who appreciate the quintessentially British style of a Bookster garment, its’ premium quality and perfect fit.

Thursday, 13 September 2018

A scandalous piece of opportunism and insensitive bad taste./ "Diana's funeral: re-enacted in Salford with Jill Dando and a mariachi band"


A scandalous piece of opportunism and insensitive bad taste.
JEEVES/ Tweedland

“Whether you are a monarchist or a republican, some events should be beyond humour, and the funeral of Princess Diana is one thing nobody should be laughing at.”
"the recreation is nothing short of sick and twisted".
Charlie Proctor / Royal Central

“THIS was the disgraceful moment Princess Diana was "exorcised" in a reenactment of her funeral - 21 years after she died. The sick remake featured a smashed up vehicle imitating the crashed Mercedes Diana was travelling in when she was killed.”
Express / Fri, Sep 7, 2018





Diana's funeral: re-enacted in Salford with Jill Dando and a mariachi band
It provoked tabloid fury. But this bizarre spectacle, complete with car wreck, posed tough questions about death, royals and the social order. Our writer joined the procession

Dave Simpson
Thu 13 Sep 2018 00.06 BST

 ‘Princess Diana to be EXORCISED in ‘sick and twisted’ FUNERAL re-enactment,” raged a recent tabloid headline, announcing a “satirical remake” at Salford’s White Hotel to mark the 21st anniversary of her death. The paper even quoted Charlie Proctor, editor of regal website Royal Central, who blasted: “Whether you are a monarchist or a republican, some events should be beyond humour, and the funeral of Princess Diana is one thing nobody should be laughing at.”

But are the artists involved in this event really laughing at Diana? Or is something more interesting going on? I decide to find out for myself, and so I join the procession as a coffin draped in flags is carried through the streets of Salford. As requested, everyone is wearing black and many carry flowers. The procession walks in respectful silence while traffic slows, bystanders gawp and people peer from behind twitching curtains. Genuine paparazzi hurry after the procession, just as they chased Diana’s Mercedes before the fatal crash in Paris. Someone says: “This is going to be the weirdest experience we’re going to have this year.”

They’re not wrong. The Funeral of Diana, Princess of Wales 2.0, is a free entry, word-for-word re-creation but with a mariachi band in place of Elton John. The event – put together by well-known faces from the arts and featuring novelist and film-maker Chris Petit as “master of ceremonies”, and writer and documentarian Jonathan Meades as Diana’s brother Earl Spencer – was always going to be controversial. Posters for the event (provocatively depicting Diana, Jimmy Savile, Jill Dando and Barry George) have been torn down across town.

“We sent out a press release knowing what would happen,” says author Austin Collings, who is directing the re-enactment. “But it’s very Chris Morris/National Enquirer to talk about an ‘exorcism’. The papers used a picture of the wrong building and said we’re having a Jimmy Savile impersonator, which is nonsense. So it’s already become an exercise in fake news.”

For most people in the procession, what awaits us at the hotel is shrouded in mystery. Those involved are being cagey. Film-maker and artist Stanley Schtinter says only that it will “reclaim the people’s princess for the people”. Even one of the actors – Little Anthony, once of Manchester band Intastella – has no idea what he’s getting into: “All I know is that my role involves a pair of union-jack boxer shorts.”

Collings, who ran with the idea after Schtinter suggested it, was brought up a staunch anti-royalist, but researching the project by watching hours of old footage made him reappraise Diana and her attitude to the royals. “I love the factshe was a passionate thorn in their side,” he says. “The more you watch, the more endearing she is. When you see footage of the Queen Mother approaching a crowd, she keeps her distance, whereas Diana bowls right in.”

Collings is old enough to remember the original, emotional funeral and the way that – briefly – the nation turned against the royal family because of the way they treated Diana. And he remembers how the press treated her:“She was the first woman to have her cellulite homed in on, when she was at the gym. It was the precursor of the Kim Kardashian treatment of celebrity, almost Ballardian.”

What about Jill Dando and Barry George (who was wrongly convicted of her murder)? How do they come into it? Collings says he sees both Dando and Diana as “ciphers, truth-tellers to power. Savile, as a friend of Charles, was a marriage counsellor to the royal couple. Diana had a terrible feeling about him from the start. She had emotional intelligence.

“At the time, putting her hands on black babies and all the stuff with landmines seemed like PR, but you look at it now and maybe she became a woman in a way they hadn’t let her. And the men she chose later on – an Indian doctor [Hasnet Khan]; Dodi [Fayed], a Muslim – were V-signs to the royals. So we’re essentially telling an absurd story of class, monarchy, racism and corruption.”

The procession arrives. The paparazzi are refused admission to the old club-turned-arts space. Everyone gathers in uneasy silence. But for all the mystery beforehand, it’s largely as Schtinter envisaged: a word-for-word re-creation, but taken vastly out of context. The rundown space, with its huge speakers and 24-hour licence, is no Westminster Abbey. It feels truly surreal, emphasising the strangeness of our social order.

Tony Blair, hissed and booed, is the pantomime villain, brilliantly played by Rob Thornber, a kitchen worker and club promoter. He had four days to learn the part but studied footage to send up the pomposity of the then-PM’s original speeches and bizarre, dramatic stutter. A car wreck – a Volkswagen, not a Merc – filled with flowers feels a bit crass, though Collings argues that it provides crucial context.

Earl Spencer’s emotional, almost vengeful eulogy about how Diana’s “blood family” will protect the princes is, however, received in awestruck silence. The words are delivered by Meades via a deliberately bad recording, so people hang on every word. We never do get to see Little Anthony’s Brexit boxer shorts: his role was dropped. Nor, despite subsequent tabloid reports, is there any reference to Savile, apart from on that initial poster. Instead, the Aloof’s The Last Stand – the most-played song on Radio 1 on the day Diana died – closes proceedings at punishing volume, while mist descends and George shoots Dando.

Afterwards, everyone I speak to has a different perspective. Alex Taylor, 28, from Stockport, sees it as an exercise in challenging the limits of free speech. Artist and musician Dalitso Moni believes dialogue about taboo subjects “brings people together – it’s an artist’s job to give you experiences you might not have thought of”. Isabel Aitken, who gave some of the readings, identifies with Earl Spencer’s idea that “people were drawn to her because they saw one of the dejected and vulnerable. She was such a part of the establishment, but struggled to assert her individuality, and I admire her for that.”

It’s not always clear how the creators intended the piece to be received. But for art student Alice Pennington, playing Dando in a performance about Diana has made her think about #MeToo. “For me, things haven’t changed in terms of growing up surrounded by idealised womanhood. I think Jill Dando was on the verge of exposing something, and there are parallels with these young women who were killed in mysterious circumstancesand who embodied female innocence. Diana was the fairytale princess who refused to play the game.”

The Archbishop of Canterbury, AKA TV producer James Norton, says: “People still get pissed off with William and Harry for being emotional and talking about depression, but that’s Diana’s legacy – and it’s still subversive. They don’t think royals should behave like that.”

“It’s the weirdest thing I’ve seen, but I think she’d have liked it,” says 19-year-old Huddersfield student Eve Pennington. “She was a rebel, wasn’t she?”


Princess Diana funeral remake with Mexican mariachi band sparks fury –'It's disgraceful'
THIS was the disgraceful moment Princess Diana was "exorcised" in a reenactment of her funeral - 21 years after she died. The sick remake featured a smashed up vehicle imitating the crashed Mercedes Diana was travelling in when she was killed.
PUBLISHED: 17:26, Fri, Sep 7, 2018 | UPDATED: 18:16, Sat, Sep 8, 2018

It was organised by artist Stanley Schtinter at The White Hotel, a "rundown" popular rave warehouse in Manchester located yards away from Strangeways prison.

Around 160 people attended - and many of the mourners were no older than 30.

It included a Jimmy Savile impersonator and writer Jonathan Meades played the role of Diana's brother Charles, Earl Spencer - who read his original funeral speech in full.

The coffin arrived in an Uber and mourners threw broccoli and flowers as it was carried into the warehouse.

Photographer Karen Priestley, 49, attended the event yesterday - on the 21st anniversary of Diana's funeral.

She said: "There must have been around 160 people there and some of them looked emotional.

"People were carrying flowers and broccoli - a lot of those attending would be too young to remember the original.

"It was sick and disgraceful - there was a smashed up car imitating the vehicle Diana was in when she died.

"It was covered in flowers and they had a picture of Diana with roses next to it.

"The final service was a word for word reenactment of her funeral - and they even had an actor playing Diana's brother to read his speech.

"They had somebody dressed up as a priest and a man dressed as a high priest.

"The White Hotel is a disused warehouse where they hold raves - it's white but that's the only thing that is true to the name."

The procession started at 6.30pm and the route wound its way through the backstreets of Broughton in Salford.

The White Hotel said of the event: "The World Cup may not be coming home but our Queen of Hearts has just ordered a taxi and she's on her way.

"Commissioned by The White Hotel's arts cabinet, artist Stanley Schtinter has cooked up a word for word remake/re-enactment of Princess Diana's funeral to mark the anniversary of the original and popular 1997 production.

"The funeral will benefit from the natural incorporation of the Jill Dando/Barry George fit-up/Crimewatch cock-up, and Jimmy Savile cock-in(to) the mix for goodbad measure.

"With an original score by a live Mexican mariachi band (includes a specially adapted version of Candle In The Wind), and appearances by writer and TV star Jonathan Meades (as Earl Spencer) and writer and filmmaker Chris Petit's Museo de la Soledad (as Master of Ceremonies)see it as a purge after another year of pointless patriotism."

Monday, 10 September 2018

Heroes, Mavericks and Bounders: The English Gentleman from Lord Curzon to James Bond by Hugh David



Heroes, Mavericks and Bounders: The English Gentleman from Lord Curzon to James Bond– September 16, 1991
by Hugh David
The author of "The Fitzrovians" examines the fortunes of the English gentleman from the end of the 19th century to the present. Starting on the playing fields of Eton, he reveals the true origins of our modern idea of a gentleman and comments on how the gentleman has fared since his heyday in the Edwardian summer. From Lord Curzon and the "souls" to C.B. Fry and from Oswald Mosley to Guy Burgess, by turns glamourous, moving and startling, Hugh David unravels the story of a breed whose code of behaviour is recognized throughout the world as being that of the English gentleman.


The International Journal of the History of Sport, 9:2, 316-334, DOI: 10.1080/09523369208713797  Hugh David, Heroes, Mavericks and Bounders (London: Michael Joseph, 1991). Pp.xiv + 306. £18.99. ISBN 0-7181-3264-5. 
M. D. W. TOZER Northamptonshire Grammar School

It was a clever idea, but it does not quite come off; but marrying popular journalism with serious scholarship is never easy. The author almost succeeds with the former, an approach that allows him to dip at will into the biographies of the famous and not-so-famous of the twentieth century. Here we follow the fortunes of the heroes, mavericks and bounders of the book's title. The sub-title - The English Gentleman from Lord Curzon to James Bond - signals the line of intended scholarship, but little that follows lives up to that first expectation. This surely is a scissors-and-paste job from a full suitcase of books borrowed from 'Science & Miscellaneous' in the London Library. But there is some fun to be had: Stanley Matthews makes a surprise appearance as one of nature's gentlemen; a gold-plated Sir Bernard Docker is at first cheered on by hoi-polloi, but then goes too far and gets his come-uppance; the class A James Bond intended for a class A readership becomes a runaway hero with his millions of BC readers; and Douglas Hurd denies that his titled father was anything other than a tenant farmer - though of 600 acres. It all makes good holiday reading. The scholarship is at its safest right at the start of David's period, the 1890s. Lord Curzon, inevitably, is his personification of the English gentleman, that  very superior person. The mantle passes to King Edward VII, John Buchan, Raymond Asquith and others, and becomes increasingly creased and worn as each decade goes by. By the time it has reached Oswald Mosley, it is decidedly threadbare. David's 'gentleman' simply did not survive the Great War, let alone the People's War and the coming of the Welfare State. Harold Macmillan may have affected the hauteur of a gentleman, Guy Burgess had indeed enjoyed a privileged upbringing, and John Profumo relished a high society redolent of Tum-Tum himself — but these are the trappings and trimmings of a gentlemanly style, not the solid stuff of the mantle itself. So back to the beginning. David properly charts the importance of the Victorian public schools in the inculcation of the gentlemanly ideal, and his assessments of Thomas Arnold's legacy and Eton's all-pervading influence are accurate. The Oxbridge connection is also reliably traced. The central role of sport is identified, whether at home, school or college, and its adaptation to fit both the education and the recreation of the gentleman is properly recognized. But this is where David starts to be led astray by his own cleverness. Gentlemanly sport is country sport: hunting, shooting, fishing and the like.  Modern sports were invented as school and college term-time substitutes, because local geography or magisterial veto curtailed the real thing, but once the holidays began so the country called once more. In the same way, London-based gentlemen might from Tuesday to Thursday play tennis or row, but each long weekend allowed easy escape to the serious round of country estates. It is true that many a gentleman became proficient at decidedly middle-class games, but only for the short duration of his education and the fling of a few years beyond; time enough perhaps to play at Lord's for Middlesex or for the Casuals in the FA  Cup, maybe even to answer his country's call in a Test or an International. Yet none of this was ever taken too seriously. The play had to appear effortless, and the company had to be congenial. In due course it was back to a lifetime of true sport in the shires. No 'pukka' gentleman would seek perpetual glory in cricket or football, and he would certainly never countenance making it his living. Thus the cricketers W. G. Grace and A. J. Raffles - the former always larger than life, the latter the fictional creation of E. W. Hornung - were inevitably on the periphery of the gentleman's world; outsiders looking in. Grace's ambitions were far too transparent for membership of the gentlemanly MCC, while Raffles's skills were merely enjoyed and admired like those of any other hired entertainer.  The 'Gentlemen' who annually met the 'Players' were unlikely to be real gentlemen;
C.B. Fry was not; nor was Prince Ranjitsinjhi. The middle classes and Indian princes might aspire to be English gentlemen, but that is another story. One of David's happier digressions follows the spivs on the make in the ration-book years of austerity: like their flashy wares, this book is not all it is cracked up to be, and it should be treated with marked circumspection.  M. D. W. TOZER Northamptonshire Grammar School

Monday, 3 September 2018

« Le plus beau métier du monde » by Giulia MENSITIERI / Chanel shoes, but no salary: how one woman exposed the scandal of the French fashion industry



« Le plus beau métier du monde »
Dans les coulisses de l'industrie de la mode
Giulia MENSITIERI
La mode est l’une des plus puissantes industries du monde : elle représente 6 % de la consommation mondiale et est en croissance constante. Depuis les années 1980 et l’entrée dans l’économie néolibérale, elle est devenue l’image étincelante du capitalisme, combinant prestige, pouvoir et beauté, et occupe une place centrale dans les médias et les imaginaires. Pourtant, cette industrie, qui apparaît comme un horizon professionnel hautement désirable, repose principalement sur du travail précaire, et ce aussi bien là où la production est externalisée qu’au coeur de la production créative du luxe, comme les prestigieux ateliers des maisons de couture.
À partir d’une enquête en immersion auprès des travailleurs créatifs de cette industrie (stylistes, mannequins, créateurs indépendants, coiffeurs, maquilleurs, vendeurs, journalistes, retoucheurs, stagiaires, agents commerciaux, etc.), ce livre dévoile la réalité du travail à l’oeuvre derrière la façade glamour de la mode. Il met notamment en lumière les dynamiques d’exploitation et d’autoexploitation ainsi que le prestige social liés au fait de travailler dans un milieu désirable.
Des séances de « shooting » pour magazines spécialisés à la collaboration auprès d’un créateur de mode, en passant par des entretiens avec des stylistes travaillant pour de célèbres maisons de luxe et de couture, cette enquête dévoile une nouvelle forme de précarité caractéristique des industries culturelles du capitalisme contemporain, une précarité combinée au prestige, à la reconnaissance et à la visibilité. Il s’agit ainsi de décrypter les dynamiques invisibles sur lesquelles repose l’industrie de la mode pour mieux la «déglamouriser ».




Chanel shoes, but no salary: how one woman exposed the scandal of the French fashion industry
A new book by academic Giulia Mensitieri, laying bare the working conditions of stylists and young designers, has sparked controversy. Will it lead to improved conditions for those forced to work for clothes vouchers instead of cash?

Stefanie Marsh
Sun 2 Sep 2018 15.00 BST Last modified on Sun 2 Sep 2018 16.44 BST


Giulia Mensitieri: ‘When we think of exploitation, we think of sweat shops or sexual harassment. But I was looking at the creative side.’ Photograph: Judith Jockel/Guardian
Giulia Mensitieri takes little to no personal interest in clothes. So it is likely to have been an ugly surprise to the French fashion industry that her PhD – now a book entitled The Most Beautiful Job in the World – has opened up its secretive profession in such a dramatically public way. In France, the book’s findings – that fashion, the country’s second-biggest industry, exploits most of the creatives who work in it – were quickly picked up by the media when it was published earlier this year. The resulting headlines included: “The ruthless world of fashion”; “Fashion’s dirty underside”; and “An extremely wealthy industry founded on unpaid work”.

The reality of fashion was illustrated by Mensitieri’s chance introduction, eight years ago, to her subject matter. She met “Mia”, a successful Italian stylist who had moved to Paris: “She was wearing Chanel shoes and carrying a Prada handbag, being flown across the world in business class. I never would have imagined that she was in the situation she was in.” Mia couldn’t afford to rent a room, so she was couch surfing at a friend’s house behind a screen in the kitchen. “Sometimes she had no money for her phone bill. She was eating McDonald’s every day. She never knew when she would be paid for a job and how much she would get. For example, for a week’s work, a very big luxury brand gave her a voucher for €5,000 (£4,500) to spend in their boutique.” True, Mia could have sold it (and, among hard-up fashion workers, there is a lively market in reselling luxury goods). But Mensitieri points out that working in fashion means being seen in a constantly updated uniform of beautiful, expensive clothes and accessories – paid for by vouchers such as the one Mia received instead of a salary. “This situation is nothing exceptional. Mia is just a paradigm of what is going on.”

The book is lively from the start. Mensitieri’s analysis and case studies build up a fairly damning picture of her subject matter. One interviewee, a former fashion journalist at a glossy magazine, describes how she was dropped by her coterie of friends and colleagues one day. They just suddenly stopped taking her calls or responding to her emails. There was no explanation. “This is the violence everyone told me about,” says Mensitieri. “Once you’re out, you’re out.” There can be a trauma attached to such sudden ejection. “All your social relationships are in that world. They’re gone.” From being exceptional, now you have transgressed in some unmentionable way. Or, simply, you are not special enough any more. “Finding work in a new sector can be difficult because ‘normal’ people behave so differently from what you’re used to.” Finding a job can be difficult, coming from an industry that those on the outside tend to look down on as fluffy and lightweight.

Mensitieri, an alumni of École des Hautes Études en Sciences Sociales, one of France’s elite grandes écoles, is in London to talk about her book, although it has not yet been translated into English. “I was a little bit scared when it came out,” she says, “because it’s quite a strong renunciation, even though that was not my goal. I’m an anthropologist, not a journalist.” The book’s salient claim is that, “when we think of exploitation in fashion we think of sweat shops abroad or sexual harassment of models. But that’s not what I was interested in. I was looking at the creative side: stylists, makeup artists, young designers, interns, assistants. What I really want to make clear is that exploitation exists at the very heart of the powerfully symbolic and economic centre of the maisons de couture; the big luxury brands. But it is a different form of exploitation.” In some cases, also barely legal.

Critics of the book complain that Mensitieri only interviewed 50 people for her analysis, all of them off the record. There are no statistics. Some took Karl Lagerfeld’s general view: “Fashion is a total injustice. It’s like that. And that’s it.” “But no one,” claims the author, “has said that what I’ve written isn’t true.”

The big brands generally do not like the idea of an objective outsider meddling, but it seems that the people who work for them do. They have written to Mensitieri to say they had never considered themselves exploited before they read her book, wrapped up as they were in the industry’s glossy promise. “They say that, now they’ve read the book ... they began to see the big picture and little fragments of their own experiences,” says the author. “And once they understand the big picture, they can’t look at fashion and their job in fashion or themselves in the same way.”

Jean Paul Gaultier, the only well-known designer to have commented on the book so far, brushed it off, saying fashion was like any other industry, that, “[fashion] is like a family”. Sales of Mensitieri’s books suggest that the general public doesn’t entirely share Gaultier’s views. When ID France published an interview with Mensitieri, it was its most-read article. Perhaps tellingly, journalists who have written about the book for commercial fashion magazines have had their articles dropped at the last minute.

We meet at a London cafe where, I had read, staff are chosen for their looks and sex appeal. It is an example of the kind of social status that fashion is so good at conferring on those who work in it – in exchange, Mensitieri discovered, for not paying them enough, or at all. Or paying them in convoluted, unpredictable ways that cannot easily be turned into cash: an unexchangeable €1,000 voucher for a designer boutique, first-class flights to fashion shoots or accommodation in luxury hotels.

“The message is, you don’t have to be paid because you are lucky to be there at all. Working in fashion is hyper socially validating, even if you’re unpaid. That’s an important point for me. Fashion presents itself as something exceptional, a world outside the ordinary,” she says. “There is a kind of confused denial of the norms of labour conditions. The dream that French fashion, especially, projects is that of a life of effortless luxury – mundane everyday facts of life such as working for a living, or indeed even money, are considered vulgar, taboo, even dirty subjects.

“But is it really possible that France’s second most profitable industry after cars and before armaments – a €15bn industry – can be an exception in capitalism? To me, fashion is the very centre of contemporary capitalism – it upholds the old forms of exploitation; factories in Bangladesh and so on – and the new, very modern forms which are more a kind of self-exploitation, a blurring of the line between your work and everything you are outside of work.”

France’s fashion industry is intensely bound up with national identity. “Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never truly be elegant,” Balzac wrote in 1830, and it is an image that the world’s centre of luxury shopping is keen to uphold. Louis Vuitton’s new flagship store, in Place Vendôme, for example, inhabits a building designed by Louis XIV’s favourite architect, Jules Hardouin-Mansart, who helped design the Palace of Versailles. To understand fashion’s reach and power, Mensitieri explains, look at the parade of designers President Emmanuel Macron invites to the Elysée palace. “The government is keenly aware of the industry’s economic and symbolic power,” she says. If the film Zoolander sums up the general public’s ideas about fashion in other countries, “In France, to say ‘I work in fashion’ is something extremely important.”

To engage properly with her interviewees, Mensitieri had to learn the etiquette: “When to say ‘darling’, when to stay silent. Saying ‘no’ is uncool. ‘Yes’ can mean anything. And there is a kind of addiction to this adrenaline, this prestige, this idea of being exceptional. I talk in the book about ‘the jackpot’ – winner takes all. The economy of hope, I call it. ‘Maybe I will be next’, even though the statistics tell you it’s unlikely you will. Fashion is colonised by desirable projection. You are never present, because tomorrow will be better. It’s an addictive way of thinking.”

Her interviewees talk a lot about personas and the need to invent one if they are to have any hope of success. A teetotal model describes how her agent told her to be more “rock’n’roll” – to wear leather jackets and to be seen in certain bars drinking beer. An assistant makeup artist describes the tantrums his very famous boss threw if his favourite green cotton wool buds were not laid out in a perfect square.

 “What is amazing is that the workers justify this. They say: ‘Oh, but he’s a genius. That’s what geniuses do.’ A designer I interviewed worked for a luxury, edgy, well-known company. She dressed Lady Gaga, and so on. She had been working at the company for five years, designing the men’s and women’s collections with a third job in production. She was paid the minimum wage. When she was talking about it she said: ‘The creative director, he was my mentor, he was like a father to me, he was a genius.’” Mensitieri calls this “the glamourisation of domination” – the hero-tyrant who you put on a pedestal while she/he exploits you. “The biggest goal of neo-liberalism is the individualisation of structural domination; you leave everything at an interpersonal, subjective level.” It was only when the poorly paid designer left her work because of burnout that the bubble burst. She seemed confused when she told Mensitieri: “He was earning €13,000 [£11,700] a month but I was on the minimum wage. Just €100 [£90] a month more would have made the difference to me. But he wouldn’t do it.”

“It starts in fashion school,” says Mensitieri. “The students there know they will be exploited but they don’t see themselves as exploited.”

Who, then, are the exploiters? , the French leader of the world’s luxury goods market, owns 70 luxury fashion brands, including Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior and Fendi. It saw its  in the first half of this year. Owners of the big brands make billions. Alain and Gérard Wertheimer, who own Chanel,  last year – four times the company’s profits. (In a further paradox, people in the industry’s business and marketing side tend to be paid well, or at least in line with other businesses their size.) Further down the chain, what about the responsibilities of top designers, whose annual salaries can run into the millions? Karl Lagerfeld, Chanel’s creative director, has an . Surely a well-paid designer is making a morally questionable choice by not paying workers more? Mensitieri lets designers off the hook on this point. They are part of a larger system, she says, it’s not up to her to make moral judgments. It is discouraging to hear that, despite the high praise Mensitieri has received privately from even very well-known designers, “Nobody has said: ‘Yes, I’m now going to pay my staff more.’”

It is not just people working in fashion who might recognise themselves in these descriptions. It is a similar scene across all the creative industries and academia, says Mensitieri. She also makes a good comparison with the charity sector where, it is widely held, “doing good” is incompatible with being paid well.

If her theory is true, does she think there is hope for reform? “If you want to change things, you have to look beyond fashion, or whatever industry you’re in, and talk to people in different fields who are working under the same conditions,” she says. “I’m not an optimistic person, but there are interesting things happening at the fringes. There is a strong anti-fashion movement in the UK and, in France, models are working together for better working conditions.” It’s advice that some people working in the fashion industry may not want to hear. “You need to start collaborating – which is an almost heretical thought in fashion. You need to stop thinking of yourself as special.”

Saturday, 1 September 2018

The Goodwood Revival is coming ! 7th – 9th September 2018 / VIDEO : Goodwood Revival 2018 Official Trailer






ALL Information about The Goodwood Revival : https://www.goodwood.com/flagship-events/goodwood-revival/









The Goodwood Revival is a three-day festival held each September at Goodwood Circuit since 1998 for the types of road racing cars and motorcycle that would have competed during the circuit's original period—1948–1966. The first Revival took place 50 years since the 9th Duke of Richmond and Gordon opened the motor racing track in 1948 driving around the circuit in a Bristol 400, then Britain's state-of-the-art sporting saloon. Most people dress in period clothes. It is one of the world's most popular motor race meetings and the only United Kingdom event which recreates the golden era of motorsport from the 1950s and 1960s.

There was some opposition to the re-introduction of racing at the circuit, but a numerically strong lobby in the form of the Goodwood Supporters Association helped to lead eventually to approval.

The festival acts as a showcase for exceptional wheel-to-wheel racing around a classic circuit, untouched by the modern world and relives the glory days of Goodwood Circuit, which ranked alongside Silverstone as Britain’s leading racing venue throughout its active years. Between 1948 and 1966 Goodwood hosted contemporary racing of all kinds, including Formula One, the famous Goodwood Nine Hours race and the celebrated Tourist Trophy sports car race.

The festival includes Grand Prix cars from the 1950s and 1960s, sports and GT cars, as well as historic saloon cars and little-seen Formula Juniors. Many of these important historic racing cars are driven by famous names from motor sport past and present. Famous drivers who have taken part include Sir Stirling Moss, John Surtees, Kenny Bräck Sir Jack Brabham, Phil Hill, Derek Bell, David Coulthard, Damon Hill, Gerhard Berger, Martin Brundle, Bobby Rahal, Johnny Herbert, Wayne Gardner, Giacomo Agostini, Jean Alesi, Barry Sheene and Peter Brock, as well as celebrities such as Chris Rea, and Rowan Atkinson (as Mr. Bean) in 2009. There is a pedal car race for youngsters called the Settrington Cup. Austin J40s race in it. The restored circuit is unchanged from its heyday, apart from the inclusion of a Chicane on the start finish straight, and many visitors wear appropriate period clothing and no modern vehicles are allowed within the circuit perimeter throughout the weekend (except modern race fire and rescue vehicles). There are also theatrical sets that bring the past back to life including many historic aircraft.





Frederick Charles Gordon-Lennox, 9th Duke of Richmond, 9th Duke of Lennox, 9th Duke of Aubigny, 4th Duke of Gordon (5 February 1904 – 2 November 1989) was a British peer, engineer, racing driver, and motor racing promoter.

Freddie Richmond, as he was known, was the son of Charles Gordon-Lennox, 8th Duke of Richmond. He was educated at Eton College and Christ Church, Oxford. His interest in engineering started while he was at university and afterwards he was apprenticed to Bentley Motors. He began a motor racing career in 1929 when he took part in the JCC High Speed Trial. In the next year he became a member of the Austin team and won the Brooklands 500 Miles. He created his own team of MG Midgets in 1931 and won the Brooklands Double Twelve race, but then became more involved in the organisational side of motor sport.

He inherited the Dukedoms in 1935, along with the Goodwood Estate and the racecourse. Death duties meant he had to sell the family interests in Scotland, including Gordon Castle, and settle on the Goodwood Estate near Chichester. He designed and flew his own aircraft and served with the Royal Air Force during World War II. For a time he was based in Washington, working for the Ministry of Aircraft Production.

After the war he faced the task of rehabilitating Goodwood, and saw the potential for creating a motor racing circuit from the fighter station built at Goodwood during the Second World War. Horse racing was an important part of the Goodwood scene, but he did not share his ancestors' interest in the sport. The Goodwood Circuit became an important venue in motor racing. However, by 1966 the Duke was concerned at the increasing risks involved in motor racing and closed the circuit except for minor club activities and private testing.

The Duke was the longest-serving Vice President of the Royal Automobile Club, with which he was associated since 1948. As early as the thirties, he was the motoring correspondent of the Sunday Referee, and became the Founder President of the Guild of Motoring Writers.

The Duke of Richmond previews Goodwood Revival 2018