Took this shot of Lucy the other day outside the big tudor house down my road, attempting to replicate Alasdair McLellan's asethetic for my A2 art project. Alas, I found it quite a challenge to recreate the "35mm film look" with photoshop; all you can do is try eh. Lucy is wearing my Prada shirt from the S/S11 which I also wore in Milan, still felt underdressed compared to the italians oh my
To say that I was shocked of the recent news of Jean Paul Gaultier's departure from the ready-to-wear would have been a lie. T.K Maxx is where I usually find his clothes in Manchester rather than in Selfridges or Harvey Nichols, a sad fact but quite true. Time has come for JPG to move away from the masses and focus on his loyal cliente, a wise move in my eyes. I'm sure JPG's name will forever live on with a career expanding over 40 years, reinventing the classic sailor/breton stripes in every single way imaginable and the rise cone bras and lingerie as outerwear; it would be a crime not to remember his name.