Inspiration: Haute Bourgeoisie Kid
Childhood Memories Re-Imagined
They say the best place to start is the beginning. I would easily say that for me, like for many, the beginnings of my style were largely an evolution of my aesthetic life growing up as a child, and the word I would most readily use to describe that look is glamour. My mother was always consumately glamorous. Case in point, my mother is wearing a feather boa in our first family photograph while resting baby me on her marilyn knee. On routine shopping adventures, people would often see my mother reclining on a settee draped in sable and curiously ask if she was a movie star.
Another predominant aspect of this style was her fondness for all things French. Being from Luxembourg, she preferred to align herself with anything Gaelic influenced. Certainly this was considered by her to be preferable to the germanic rural charm of much of Luxembourg. Deneuve and Caleche over Schneider and 4711. Thus our traditional English home was quickly transformed into a quite oppulent creamy mix of mouldings and gilt that was much more au courrent in the America of the 80s than the stylistic nonchalance of the millenium. This was certainly not a time of rustic finishes, comfort over style, or ecclecticism. As I got older, the penchant for glamour imparted to me by my mother was peppered with my growing rage for japanese modernism, french art deco and the haughty cinematic surrealism of Fassbinder and Fellni.
