Pay heed to the "Nanny Stern" of the fashion world!
There are loads more such gems over at Glamourdaze...
Pay heed to the "Nanny Stern" of the fashion world!
There are loads more such gems over at Glamourdaze...

So, I'm back from my jolly jaunt to Essex, doing a Grand Tour of the myriad wonderful garden centres in that county, thanks to Baby Steve and Houseboy Alex. The extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers are going to be even fuller as a result - YAY! [And I have spent most of today out there, dodging the downpours, sorting stuff out and potting things up in preparation.]
But what did I miss while I was away?
So let us pay the great lady due tribute:
Here she is, dubbing for the magnificently camp "Helen" (Helen Jairag Richardson) - a megastar in Indian musical cinema in the 1960s:
...and here, dubbing for Reena Roy:
And finally - recognising the fact that even though I am on leave (almost) all this week, it is Tacky Music Monday - here's the lady herself, aged 79, with a tongue-in-cheek take on an old Usha Uthup number [from the only Bollywood film in which Rex Harrison and Vera Miles ever appeared, Shalimar]...
Sublime.
RIP, Asha Bhosle (born Ashalata Dinanath Mangeshkar, 8th September 1933 – 12th April 2026)
Have a good week, dear reader.
FOOTNOTE:
Of course, I could not let any such tribute pass without playing this famous paean to her!

Another snippets post, dear reader:
And the weather? Almost Spring-like, but more rain is on its way. Dammit.
RIP, the most subtly influential of fashion designers Mr Antony Price, who departed to sort out the tailoring in Fabulon yesterday...
This lot were definitely avid fans:

From an article by Mark Holgate in Vogue:
It’s hard to imagine, but Blitz (the bar), with its Dig for Victory World War II posters, kitschy red gingham tablecloths, and wooden bar sticky from spilt beer - faithfully recreated for the exhibition - wasn’t the most obvious place for a fashion revolution to happen, yet this sartorial Winter Palace, reimagined as Blitz (the club night) changed everything. If punk was a gob in the face, then New Romanticism was putting on a tiara and forgetting you were penniless. Its favoured look - theatrical, historical, bending your gender to whatever you wanted it to be, with the absolute emphasis on individualism - still resonates today.
It certainly does!
And so it was that Hils, John-John and I - "80s Kids", all - trolled off yesterday (Saturday) for swanky High Street Kensington to the Design Museum to see its new flagship exhibition, Blitz: the club that shaped the 80s.
Oh, the memories flooded in...
Among the hundreds of fascinating, and carefully-curated, items on show - including many from personal and private collections, never usually on display - were some fabulous outfits belonging to the original club-goers, such as leather garments owned by Steve Strange, a blue tartan suit designed and worn by Chris Sullivan, an outfit designed by David Holah (the co-founder of Bodymap) for Lesley Chilkes, and ensembles created and worn by Fiona Dealey (a major contributor to the exhibition):
There were cases full of flyers, scrapbooks, photos and memorabilia of that formative era - not least Gary Kemp's handwritten lyrics for the club's "house band" Spandau Ballet's To Cut A Long Story Short [see here for that!], as well as individual focus on some of the influential style magazines - including first editions - that emerged out of this uniquely stylish era, such as The Face, i:D, New Sounds New Styles and the rest.
Back to the fashions... A selection of the fantabulosa hats created for Blitz regulars by a fellow patron, milliner Stephen Jones were prominently displayed alongside photos of their inimitable wearers:
Darla Jane Gilroy's outfit from when she joined Steve Strange and fellow regulars Judi Frankland and Elise Brazier in David Bowie's Ashes to Ashes video was among my faves on show - and we had gasps at seeing the covers of some of the most familiar LP and 7" singles that made the early '80s so special on display on one bookshelf! [How many do you recognise/did you own, dear reader? I still have a number in my collection to this day...]


The recreation of the club itself - with some cleverly-done animation from original photos that made it appear as if the familiar punters were actually dancing to the music played by a similarly-AI-generated Rusty Egan in the DJ booth - was brilliantly executed, and some of our most-treasured classics of the day were playing, here and in the audio-visual area of the exhibition.
Here are just a few of the tracks that were playing yesterday, as they were back on the dancefloor at the Blitz:
Also featured was a rather faboo excerpt of a film that brings together many of the key players from the Blitz club - including Boy George, Marilyn, Gary Kemp, Midge Ure, Andy Polaris, Robert Elms, Princess Julia, Stephen Jones, Darla-Jane Gilroy and Michele Clapton - to talk about their own recollections, which I found fascinating:
[NB you can view the whole thing here]And the last word, of course, goes to Rusty Egan:
“I don’t think Blitz invented the 80s.That was Margaret Thatcher. She was the one who created Del Boy with his Filofax. What I did was to put together a soundtrack, where everything fell into place.”
Blitz: the club that shaped the 80s is on at the Design Museum until 29th March 2026. Don't miss it!
Watch the promotional trailer:
More Blitz Kids/New Romantics here, here, here and here and here - and our visit to a similar exhibition from the early 80s club scene, Leigh Bowery's Taboo here.

As the most successful Italian couturier in history Signor Giorgio Armani has today departed for the glittering catwalks of Fabulon, here's a reprise of a post I did in tribute to the great man on his 90th last year:
As famous for underpants, watches and accessories as for his sharp suits, his was the style of choice for generations of stars of music, sport and the silver screen, politicians, dignitaries and even the Milanese police force.
Facts about Signor Armani:
So world-famous was Giorgio Armani, he was name-checked in loads of songs, from rap to pop to musical theatre. Not least this one:
Ah, ah, Armani, indeed.
RIP Giorgio Armani (11th July 1934 - 4th September 2025)

It's another snippets post today, dear reader:
...and we know a song about that, don't we, children?
Oh, she sits among the cabbages and peas
And she talks to all the little bugs and bees.
They climb up her legs and arms
And all round her other charms.
They see lots of things nobody ever sees.
And the weather? It has been very changeable over the past few days, but apparently another "heatwave" is on its way in time for the weekend. Bring it on!

Oh, how these weekends taunt us! The weather was glorious towards the end of last week, then descended to grey and murky all weekend. Now - as I head off for another sublimely fulfilling (ahem!) week in work - the forecast is for another upturn in temperatures. Sigh.
Hey, ho. Speaking of birthdays...
... today is also the 85th of that OTT creative genius Mr Bob Mackie, designer of choice for decades of ladies beloved of men-who-are-light-in-their-loafers including Mitzi Gaynor, Diana Ross, Bette Midler, Carol Burnett, Ann-Margret, and of course Cher!
"Glamour has to come from you and it has to come from confidence."
So what better way to kick off the week (in sparkling fashion as is our wont) on this Tacky Music Monday, than with Cher, Bette and Dame Elton John (and Flip Wilson), together, dressed in the most outrageous of Mr Mackie's creations?!
And here is a musical compendium of some of his famous costumes:
Robert Gordon "Bob" Mackie (born 24th March 1940)
[* and no, I don't think Dame Mary's ever worn a Bob Mackie creation!]

On another beautiful Spring day, "our gang" (well, Madam Acarti, Hils, Crog, Our Sal and I, anyhow) have been wallowing in the memories, styles, sounds and images of an incredible era five decades ago - at the marvellous Outlaws: Fashion Renegades of 80s London exhibition at the Fashion & Textiles Museum in Bermondsey [on its last day, indeed]!
More on that later, no doubt...
...meanwhile, here's one of the songs that was playing as we wandered, eyes agape at the spectacular array of weird and wonderful outfits on display:
It's all such a long, long time ago... Sob.

Another snippets post today, dear reader:
The weather? Typical British Springtime - wet one minute, sunny the next.
STOP PRESS:
* Not at £85 per person, we won't!

A nicely slow Sunday, after the craziness of our gang's trip to the theatre last night to see the triumphal return of Barbra and Liza Live [more on that later, no doubt!]. A lie-in, a little bit of pottering in the leaf-strewn gardens of Dolores Delargo Towers, and Radio 2 all the way...
Cue another wallow in the glamorous lives of beautiful people cavorting in exotic locations, methinks, courtesy of the ever-wonderful Soft Tempo Lounge:
Perfect for a Sunday. Sigh.
[Music: Alan Downey - Travel Theme (a); Original Film: Maroc 7 (1967)]

Whew! What a scorcher. Just in time to be that little bit too late, we are in a heatwave here in London [and I work in an office with NO aircon]!
Never mind, eh? We need some escapism - so here's a well overdue little light music interlude - and a gawp at some truly funky outfits - courtesy to the faboo Soft Tempo Lounge. Yeah, Baby, Yeah!
Wow.
[Music: Mike Vickers - Light 'N' Easy]

Our "gang" went en masse to the V&A's opulent DIVA exhibition (before it closes next week) yesterday. It was my, Sal's and John-John's second visit, but a first for Madam Arcati and Hils.
Here are some (more) highlights...
Simply stunning...
[Madam Arcati enjoyed it so much he took every one of these photos - click any pic to embiggen.]