yesterday, admists the rain and the cold, the wind, the what not, i made my way to anthropologie at rockfeller center for the "blow by blow" by detmar blow book signing.
i walked in, bought a book and umbrella, stumbled over my words but managed to get out, i really adored your wife, she was amazing, ect ect. of course he knows that, he married her and wrote a book about her that people have published.
on the train ride home, i couldn't stop reading bits of it- it is very well written. but aside from that, detmar is writing about isabella blow's actual life- not what we saw in magazines or gossip columns and not what was covered in speeches at her funeral.
the thing that always struck me about isabella blow and probably one of the reasons i like her so much, is that she always seemed so normal, granted with a super eye- i mean, she did discover alexander mcqueen and sophie dahl.
but a lot of her interviews or soundbits seemed normal, almost rooted in insecurity, which made her authentic and relatable in an industry that prided itself upon perfection and exclusivity.
you cannot deny isabella blow's brilliance as a stylist and as a pop culture icon and as someone who has helped shape modern fashion- you really cannot. but i think what made her so great, was the fact that she was herself- all of the time, even at her saddest, even at her worst. she was authentic and wholly unperfect, and i really respected that.
now the book itself- after hearing tidbits of alexander mcqueen being called out in said book, i am ready for a slightly salacious read. thus far, what i've peeked through on the train ride home, it's been a no bones bout it memoir- everything is mentioned but not in a gossip-y or scandalous way, it's laid out almost as evidence of this is her life and this is how this shaped her and lead up to her death.
it's incredibly well written and a great ride. i am having the hardest time putting it down to even write this blog entry, actually.
my only criticism is that i wish there were more photos in the book of isabella but i think the only thing that would quell my desire for more photos of her would be an entire photo book of her and her work. so there's that idea.