Because you can't have depths without surfaces.
Linda Grant, thinking about clothes, books and other matters.

Saturday, 10 November 2007

RIP Norman Mailer 1923-2007

Ultimately a hero is a man who would argue with the gods, and so awakens devils to contest his vision. The more a man can achieve, the more he may be certain that the devil will inhabit a part of his creation. Norman Mailer

Kate Moss demonstrates her command of current affairs

Kate Moss meets possibly the future prime minister and mistakes him for a plumber

David Cameron,* the Conservative leader, has told how he was recently mistaken for a plumber by the model Kate Moss.

The pair were introduced by Sir Philip Green, the billionaire businessman who owns Topshop, at a charity dinner. A star-struck Mr Cameron had no idea what he should talk about, so instigated a conversation about flood damage.

The model was so impressed with his knowledge that she asked him for his phone number so that she could ask his advice on drainage.

. . .

"I went to a charitable dinner the other night and Philip Green came up to me and said, 'Would you like to meet Kate Moss?' So I said, 'Well, of course I'd like to meet Kate Moss.' I went over to her table and, on the way over, I thought, what on earth am I going to say?

"And I remembered she actually has a house in my constituency - and we'd had these terrible floods in west Oxfordshire.

"So I said: 'Very nice to meet you, very sorry about the flooding in your house. I know your local pub has been flooded, I've been to see the publican and I know you like to go to the pub and so I know it's going to re-open in six months.'

"So I went on like this and she turned around and said: 'God, you sound like a really useful guy, can I have your phone number?'

"I went back to my table and said: 'The good news is, I met Kate Moss and she wanted my telephone number. The bad news is, I think she thinks I'm something to do with drainage'."

* Cameron's wife, Samantha, is creative director of Smythson, which makes this:

The It bag of the season.

Other shoe matters

A new blog is born. Off Tha Cuff (Things that feed my soul and eat my pockets), a young person of my acquaintance, who might just have the inherited the Grant family motto only the rich can afford cheap shoes, launches his new site where all matters male footwear are considered from the perspective of a young-man-about-London-town.

Take a taste:

There's no doubt that I have so many pairs because I love trainers, because I'm materialistic, and because they're all part of forming identity. Its ironic that by trying to stand out from others we buy into brands that seem to represent individuality, yet end up wearing the uniforms of non-conformity. I suppose if i really wanted to be different I should buy shoes made out of Hemp and crafted on a commune in Oregan buy some guy called 'Star' or 'Astro-Belt', but the rain in London doesn't really suit the "I foraged for my footwear" style.

(The spelling and punctuation fascist will be visiting the blog as soon as the blogger wakes up)

Thought for the day

My dream is to save [women] from nature. Christian Dior