Stop six: Napoli Mi Amore

If I was to tell the truth, I’d say that I was absolutely horrified when I reached Naples train station. It was dirty, and littered. After our plush stay in Rome, we couldn’t believe where we had got off the train. Hearts broken and confidence wained, we reluctantly began our trip to Via Toledo – a hugely popular and crowded part of the city.

In all fairness, the apartment was in a perfect location – surrounded by hundreds of cafes and on the main high street, meaning plenty of shops and things to do. However, we couldn’t deny that we had gone from riches to rags, staying in an apartment with no air con – and not even a fan! Except the later found bottle of Limoncello in the freezer softened the blow a tad. 

However, everything changed the more we stayed there. We now describe Napoli as “unexpected” because everyday we would find something new, discover something brilliant or meet perhaps the most interesting people of our lives. More of that later. 

Via Toledo was in fact the heart of Naples, and the backstreets were the arteries all leading from the central point. When we began exploring, we started to understand that if you wanted to be part of the Neopolitan culture, then you had to explore every nook and cranny of the city itself.

  
Being typical English girls, grown up impressioned by American films – we knew that Naples was also home to a famous pizzeria – featured in one of my favourite films, “eat, pray, love”. The film follows a woman who, after deciding not to settle down, travels to Italy to “eat”, India to “pray” and Bali to “love”. In Italy she stays in Rome but goes to Naples to eat pizza – of course! 

The pizzeria was called “Da Michele”, and despite reading numerous reviews saying the wait time was at least 3 hours – we decided that it would be quiet around 9pm and there’s no way any pizza place could be that busy!! 

We were wrong of course. 

   
    
    
 
We were given a hot tip to order the pizza as a take away, and eat on the street with the locals. The tourists queued of course, whilst the locals were smart enough to sit out. Given that the evening was super super warm – we decided to do the same. 20 minutes later we had our pizza and our lifelong mission to find food which would change our lives forever began and ended with 8 slices of pizza. 

   
   
We cannot emphasise enough how amazing the pizza was. I now will forever be let down by any pizza I have ever again. So I suppose that’s a downside of trying the “best pizza in Napoli”. A large claim but one which Da Michele definitely fills. 

That same evening, we thought a few drinks should be in order. We had arrived safely and it was our last major spot before Taormina and the more relaxing beach-part of our Italian trip.  

    
 
Yet again, little did we know that we would visit this bar every night whilst in Naples and meet some of my most favourite people – never mind just Italians. The bar was a hippy joint not too far down a backstreet near our apartment! It served vegetarian food in the day and beautiful strong cocktails in the evening! We met a waiter named Luca who was one of the most fabulous people in the world. He wore a bejewelled headband and worked as a hairdresser part time too. He served us every night from then on, and on our final day there – we went back to see him to persuade him to visit us in London. He agreed of course. 

Naples was a more bar-type place where locals hung out and chilled, rather than partied in a nightclub. People would gather in the street or round terraces until 5/6 in the morning. You never ever feel alone in Naples.  

       


I’m just going to spam a little bit with selfies from our nights out – as there were so many, I will try pick the best few. 

   
    
     

For me, Napoli wasn’t about sight seeing or doing the tourist duty, it was about being a part of Neopolitan culture, and better yet, being accepted into it. 

I made what felt like a new friend every single day in Naples. From the local cafe staff, to the waiters at restaurants, the owners of our local hang out places, other foreigner travellers, to families. It felt like a huge hug being part of a community so solid, it’s hard to believe such solidarity exists in a fairly lonely digital world. 

A man, who later became my most favourite person there, said that “no matter where you are here, you are never alone”. And he couldn’t have been more correct. For someone who doesn’t like to be alone, I couldn’t have found a better safe haven. 

We were shown the spots and the best bars, the best places to grab some food. We were spoilt rotten by the kindness, generosity and love that we were given. I even have a place to stay whenever I return. Let me explain a little about these fascinating friends. 

One was called Pepe, which Cat decided to liken to the Pope. “You know, Papa … Pepe. Same thing”. Whether he likes it or not, he will forever remain Papa Pepe! He was an ex-parachuter for the army and was signed through conscription to fight for Italy. Upon serving his time, he joined an extreme left movement against the government and the “corrupt officials”. He does not believe in religion but in spirituality. Wearing an old Buddhist tattoo on his arm, he has travelled the world but remains forever at one in Naples. He married the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and they moved to Spain and then Paris for her work. Pepe told us of how much he loved this woman, but as he follows his heart and his gut instinctively and has, for all his life, he recently left her to move back to Naples where his heart was born and will die. 

Pepe managed to put life into perspective in just a few short sentences. He said that in the end we all leave the world alone anyway, and he has no time for pointless ventures when in his heart of hearts, he knows what and where makes him happy. For any person, and we are all guilty of it, who has put their life and happiness on the line for the sake of someone else’s, I urge you to think of Pepe and how no matter what – you should live for you and no one else. 

The other man we met was called Alfie. He was born in New York but grew up Italian-American so spoke perfect Italian and fluent Neopolitan. He moved to Naples 17 years ago. He said that no matter where he’s been in the world – from Nicaragua to the Amazon, he has never felt as comfortable in a place than when he is in Naples. “Sometimes I think about leaving and moving back to the states to be with family but then I just leave my front door and it’s as though nowhere in the world will ever be as perfect”. I knew exactly what he meant in that moment. He was an avid surfer who lived life single so he could too do as he pleased (you can see why they are friends right?). He is an English teacher at a local university and grows his very well looked after “plants” on the side as a hobby and relaxation venture. I will leave that open to interpretation. Taking each day as it comes but booking a few months out to travel to different parts of the world he hasn’t yet seen, he knows about every culture, every region and every person. Alfie is perhaps the most inspiring person I will ever get the pleasure of meeting and for that, I am quite upset. 

Alongside Napoli being the central hub of family and community, it is also the place for food! Julia Roberts doesn’t just go here to chat – she came to eat! And we did so too!! 

   
    
    
    
 
Besides eating our weight in carbs and drinking too many cups of coffee – we also visited the island of Capri. Where Phoebe was stuck on a boat too long and took her first (no doubt not the last) burn. 

   
    
   
We managed to see the famous Blue Grotto too which is a sea cave near the Island – it was a 2 minute journey with a whopping price tag. But I suppose – the cliche saying goes – you only live once. 

   
    
 From quirky cars like the one below to a beautiful Duomo – Napoli really was the unexpected city. 
   
    
    
 And also a city I could definitely call home. Just like in my Milan post, I said it was very rare, and you were incredibly lucky to find anywhere you feel completely at ease – that same feeling I felt for Milan came back to me here in Naples. So much so that sitting here typing about my experience almost makes me feel hollow – as though Napoli made me whole. 

There are no words to express how this city operates and breathes but if you are lucky enough to be accepted, you will never feel alone again. 

I will be running back to Naples with a huge heart and a bigger appetite, but for now, the adventure must continue. 

Thank you for being my life jacket! Ciao for now. 🙋🏻

Bongiorno Taormina. 

  
 

Bath in Fashion: SS15 High street Top Trends

On Wednesday evening, I was lucky enough to sit VIP at Bath Fashion Week’s SS15 High street Top Trends! So in virtue of that good will, I decided to write about it on here for those who didn’t manage to catch the show!

So here was the line up…

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These are local shops (for those that don’t know) around the Bath area which focused on their own top picks for the warmer season. Despite working with high fashion brands, I really appreciated the effort that had gone into the show, and most brilliantly – the location!

The show was at the Assembly Rooms next to the Bath Fashion Museum (clearly not a coincidence), and four huge chandeliers hung down majestically over the catwalk:

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This is super exciting to a fashion geek like me as location really is everything! So onto the show.. However, I must admit, I only took photos of the looks that I liked!

So here’s a long stream of the models in their assigned outfits. I must give credit to Artizan Bath who did the hair for the evening as it was fabulous – crimped and huge, the simplistic yet wild look added to the magic of the show!

It was really refreshing to go back to the High street shop trends where all of us in the fashion industry more than likely started! And it gave me some really great ideas for the future. I think it’s important to put the emphasis back into the small brands that make fashion for the everyday person possible, and I think Bath in Fashion is all about the “everyday people”.

I can’t wait to see what next year brings, and only wished they had an AW15 show that I could attend too! Come on Bath – what’s going on?! Either way, I think you’re fabulous and will continue to shop in your inspiring high – street stores.

My Not So Fair Lady xox

The Destructive Inevitable Death of Alexander McQueen

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Over five years ago, Lee Alexander McQueen committed his most selfish act, taking his own life. After the fatal death of his mother Joyce, and the suicide of his mentor Isabella Blow, McQueen hung himself in his Mayfair apartment. This of course won’t be news to any of you – but with the recent ‘Savage Beauty’ exhibition coming to V&A in London, and Bath Fashion Week giving an hour talk on Lee’s life, I decided to indulge deeper into what lead to McQueen’s ill – fated destiny.

Lee Alexander McQueen was born on March 17, 1969 in Lewisham, London. His father, Ronald, was a taxi driver in East London, and his mother, Joyce was a teacher who taught social science. On their small incomes, they supported McQueen and his five siblings. At the age of 16, McQueen dropped out of school and found work on Savile Row at a tailor shop ‘Anderson and Shephard’, and then moved to the bespoke ‘Gieves and Hawkes’. After realising his metier, McQueen decided to start working with theatrical costume designers Angels and Bermans; the dramatic style of clothing he made there would later become a signature of his later independent design work.

McQueen then left London for a short stint in Milan, where he worked as a design assistant to Italian fashion designer Romeo Gigli. Upon his return to London, he enrolled at Central Saint Martin’s College of Art & Design, and received his M.A. in fashion design in 1992. The collection he produced as the culminating project of his degree was inspired by Jack the Ripper, and was famously bought in its entirety by the well-known London stylist and eccentric Isabella Blow. She became a long-time friend of McQueen, as well as an advocate for his work.

McQueen and his mentor Isabella Blow

McQueen and his mentor Isabella Blow

Soon after obtaining his degree, Alexander McQueen started his own business designing women’s clothes to which he met enormous success – especially with the introduction of his “bumster” trousers (named because of their extremely low – cut waistline).

Iconic McQueen 'Bumsters'

Iconic McQueen ‘Bumsters’

Only four years out of design school, McQueen was named Chief Designer of Louis Vuitton-owned Givenchy, a French haute couture fashion house. Although it was a prestigious job, McQueen took it reluctantly, and his tenure there (from 1996 to 2001) was a tumultuous time in the designer’s life. Even as he was pushing the limits of what people expected from fashion (one of his shows featured a model who was an amputee walking the runway on carved wooden legs), McQueen felt he was being held back. He would later say that the job “constrain(ed) his creativity.” However, he also made the following admission: “I treated Givenchy badly. It was just money to me. But there was nothing I could do: the only way it would have worked would have been if they had allowed me to change the whole concept of the house, to give it a new identity, and they never wanted me to do that.” Even with his reservations about his work, McQueen won British Designer of the year in 1996, 1997, and 2001, all during his time at Givenchy.

McQueen tested the boundaries by sending amputee model Aimee Mullins down the catwalk with carved wooden legs

McQueen tested the boundaries by sending amputee model Aimee Mullins down the catwalk with carved wooden legs

In 2000, Gucci bought a 51 percent stake in Alexander McQueen’s private company, and provided the capital for McQueen to expand his business. McQueen left Givenchy shortly thereafter. In 2003, McQueen was declared International Designer of the Year by the Council of Fashion Designers of America and A Most Excellent Commander of the British Empire by the Queen of England, and won yet another British Designer of the Year honor. Meanwhile, McQueen opened stores in New York, Milan, London, Las Vegas and Los Angeles. With the help of Gucci’s investment, McQueen had become even more successful than he was before. Already known for the flare and passion of his shows, McQueen produced even more interesting spectacles after leaving Givenchy. Most notably, a hologram of model Kate Moss floated ethereally at the showing of his 2006 Fall/Winter line.

Kate Moss Hologram at McQueen show circa 2006

Kate Moss Hologram at McQueen show circa 2006

Alexander McQueen was also known for not being shy about his lack of traditional good looks or his lower class background. One acquaintance described that during a first encounter, McQueen was “wearing a lumberjack shirt with the most low-class kind of schlubby-looking jeans falling down with a long key chain…[and was] quite podgy.” Another friend said that his teeth “looked like Stonehenge.” According to those who knew him closely, McQueen was proud of breaking the traditional mold of a successful designer.

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In 2007, the specter of death would come to haunt McQueen, first with the suicide of Isabella Blow. The designer dedicated his 2008 Spring/Summer line to Blow, and said that her death “was the most valuable thing I learnt in fashion.” Just two years later, on February 2, 2010, McQueen’s mother died. One day before her funeral, on February 11, 2010, McQueen was found dead in his Mayfair, London apartment. The cause of death was determined to be suicide.

McQueen and his mother, Joyce.

McQueen and his mother, Joyce.

Lee was found hung in his wardrobe (which is quite symbolic considering his legacy in fashion) and was said to have slashed wrists. The autopsy stated that McQueen had a “lethal cocktail of cocaine and prescription drugs” in his body at the time of death. Notably plagued and struggling with depression, anxiety and insomnia, it was still a surprise to find the designer dead in his Mayfair apartment close sources reveal.

Most notably, the tweets sent from Lee’s personal account showed little sign of remorse or no hint of what was still to come:

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However, the designer had made previous suicide attempts, and when the death of his mother had finally sunk in, McQueen had lost the one thing he felt was worth living for. Most fatally, the police found knives around the room, one which he used to previously cut himself, and his laptop open to information on how to commit suicide.

The toxicology report showed his blood contained 2.8 milligrams of cocaine per litre – enough consummation to kill him, without the need of the noose or the slashed wrists. As little as 0.7mg per litre can prove fatal.

A suicide note was found, scrawled on the back of a book called “The Descent of Man” (again, symbolic) and read: ‘Look after my dogs. Sorry, I love you, Lee. P.S. Bury me at the church.’

Alexander McQueen’s rise from lower-class high school dropout to internationally famous designer is a remarkable story. His bold styles and fascinating shows inspired and wowed the world of fashion, and his legacy lives on. However, there is something more striking about McQueen’s story than perhaps any other suicide or death in the industry. There is something very symbolic in Lee’s story which resonates in the fashion world and the memories of his fans and family today.

McQueen’s story was characterised by loneliness and controversy. With a portfolio of memorable shows/looks such as the ‘Golden Showers’ of 1998 which saw the models walking down the runway, caught in a storm, clothes soaked and makeup running. Or the iconic Plato’s Atlantic for it’s unearthly beauty, and the poignant promise of what’s yet to come. It was, of course, his last show.

Looking through the blurred lines of depression and anxiety, McQueens legacy was an individual self – professed mission to change and challenge the boundaries of an industry which inevitably lead to his own self – destruction. McQueen was reported to have said that when he was happy, his collections suffered and the intensity of his frustrations would be reserved and not taken out on his collections. His life and his death were both the same tragic tale, and one was inextricably linked with the other. The symbolic references of McQueen’s suicide (the book, the knives, the cocaine, the tweets, the hanging in the wardrobe) all makes his legacy that much more cataclysmic.

The point of this blog was both to give tribute to McQueen’s fashion endowment, and to ensure that the British population don’t forget that it was he who demolished the rules of fashion and broke tradition. It’s safe to say that those active during McQueen’s reign of British fashion were lucky enough to witness the revolution, and those younger, should learn about him as a fashion hero, and an irrevocable artist.

Never forget the importance of a healthy mental state. I can’t help but think that the tragic death of McQueen has unearthed a perversive impact on British fashion since 2010. An evolution of couture was storming, brewed to be exposed and unveiled by the legend Alexander McQueen himself.

My Not So Fair Lady xox


Unfortunately, I can’t attend the McQueen talk for part of Bath Fashion Week, so if you can – make sure you get tickets: http://bathinfashion.co.uk/event/alexander-mcqueen-savage-beauty/

Also, keep checking back to the V&A website and book tickets for the McQueen Savage Beauty exhibition (not to be missed!): http://www.vam.ac.uk/content/exhibitions/exhibition-alexander-mcqueen-savage-beauty/

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