lining up for A Guinness

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I always find thought provoking images at a quietly elegant blog called STRAWBERIGE. She placed this triumvirate before her readers last week, Daphne Guinness in pose for photographer Oliver Zahm- in front of her own Damien Hirst created canvas.
What more could one ask for?
I did.
Had her apartment been photographed?
Then I remembered a video from the Guinness loving SCALA REGIA  that I had bookmarked-ah yes- VOGUE ITALIA- makes you want to be an Italian,
No?  They are always on the cusp of  IT.

and just today- Guinness again-on the same. I beautiful portrait of her fashion majesty.

and again- Guinness- late in the day-when finally the much already touted ARCHITECTURAL DIGEST March 2011 issue arrived. Low in the middle of this issue written & produced by James Reginator, photographed by Thomas Loof and styled by Carolina Irving. Just what I would expect-brilliantly, beautifully, put together-
Voila!  behold the sophisticated apartment of Daphne Guinness. sometimes feminine, nostalgic, reflective- and of course- Chic.

No spoilers here-ever. As you well know it drives me crazy, get the issue-don''t get the Reader's Digest Condensed version-it is never the same.


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in detail

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Brooch on velvet knot.
image from the NYSD.


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Daphne , "IZZY" & LochinVar

Daphne Guinness, art and fashion collector, has bought privately the entire Isabella Blow wardrobe that was to have been sold by Christie’s in the autumn.

 “It’s Issy — it’s her DNA — it should not be scattered to the four winds,” says Ms. Guinness. “I want it to remain as a monument.” from the NYTIMES HERE

This statement by DG --- It is her DNA-
Yes, It is her skin shed within her armor  that was fashion- ISABELLA BLOW, wore it well & valiantly.

LOCHINVAR~

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,
Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"

"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; --
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide --
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."

The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, --
"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a gailiard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "'twere better by far
To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?

-Sir Walter Scott

Daphne Guiness-  LOCHINAR
Izzy's knight in shining armor.

Widow's Weeds Couture

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photograph by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello

from NYT the moment here

The beautiful French model, chanteuse, Lenor Scherrer has just entered the world of couture. Scherrer is certainly comfortable wearing couture-she is the daughter of Jean-Louis Scherrer-French couturier. Givenchy’s Riccardo Tisci found Lenore perfect as muse for Givenchy's recent  print ads. “I’m completely in love with her,”(Women’s Wear Daily.) “For me, she represents France in all senses: the elegance, the aristocracy” — and, évidemment — “the darkness.”
It was when her father asked her to accompany him to Yves Saint Laurent's burial that Lenore realized there was little befitting such an occasion. "There was a time when "a widow’s mourning dress was closely observed,” says Lenor Scherrer.
 Goya’s painting of the Duchess of Alba illustrates Scherrer's vision.

Scherrer imagines Lenor Funeral Couture will lure a different designer to dress a widow of means each season. It would follow they will be waiting reverently for their call. Perhaps a word with fashion chameleon Daphne Guinness would be appropriate.

Guinness in Alexander McQueen  here

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(at the designer's funeral early this year)

The New York Times Moment ( Stephen Heyman) writes-
"Her line even comes complete with its own fragrance, Maximilia, named after Maximilian Kolbe, the Polish friar who took the place of a condemned man at Auschwitz. Scherrer’s lavish youth is a roman à clef waiting to happen: Catholic school, a caretaker named Guigui, her father’s boutique on the Avenue Montaigne, which, she notes, was once called “L’Allée des Veuves” or “Widows’ Way.” Lately, she’s been dabbling in music, and one of the tracks off her forthcoming album is a cover of Schubert’s Death and The Maiden."

Death becomes her.




read more about Mademoiselle Scherrer here at Paris Originals & at Model's Own here
see the many images of Daphne Guinness at Scala Regia here  there are lots, but SR must get some of Lenore Scherrer
images from French Vogue with Scherrer here
accompanying her father to receive the French Medal of Honour here
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