Every year Ireland hosts the Jameson Dublin Film Festival. It is such a great opportunity to see films that are very new, very old or that commercially don't make it on to our regular movie screens.
Last week I went to see the Irish film One Houndred Morningsdirected by Conor Hogan, with a wonderful cast including Kelly Campbell, Ciarán McMenamin, Alex Reid, Rory Keenan and Paul Ronan . I left the cinema wanting a career change.....and that doesn't happen to often, but making movies, specially as beautiful and unpretentious as this one, is such a temptation.
Next weekend I will be seeing a film I never thought would make it here but when I saw the festival's schedule I rushed to book tickets.
I'm not sure where or when was the first time I heard about La Danse, but being one of my true 'loves' I spent weeks researching where it was being screened, no where near Ireland until now....this is a unique opportunity to spend 158 minutes in ballet heaven.
Today I received an email asking for a few 'gunnas'* for the next red carpet event. As if I didn't have any lovely pieces I could easily send today. I have decided to embark myself in a 38 hour frenzy ,making a few pieces I think would be much nicer for the wonderful candidate.
There is nothing better than an impossible deadline to get one's life back in track...specially after a week or so living in limbo....
In anticipation of a couple of sleepless nights and overdosing in chocolate and coffee...I wish you all a wonderful weekend !
This season is the celebration of my 10th collection.
So much has happened and it does make onelook back at the past 5 years.
It is time to start planning what one should do looking forward. Specially now that the fashion world has experienced a couple of whirlwind seasons and no one really knows what the future holds. However the uncertainty of this business is partly why I find this industry so fascinating. I'm always up for a challenge.
The first season I ever did was Winter 2005. It was a distinctively colourful winter collection, there was not a single thread of black used. Those who have known my work since couldn't even imagine what I was up to then...
Ten seasons later the whole collection is black. Is it a sign of the time or have I truly found my visual identity?
I hope neither of the above.
For sometime I have decided to confront my ever growing fear for using colour. And considering colour probably sells 10 to 1 one over black or grey in the shops, it is finally time to take action.
This is the mood in the studio today...I will keep you posted..