A.Richard Allen
September 2007
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WSJ (Europe) called with a v pleasant assignment last week. I think they'd got in touch off the back of my vaguely fashion-related stuff on theispot.

The subject was the rash of cafés and restaurants springing up in Milan extending the brands of various high-profile designers (D&G, Gucci, Armani, Bulgari, Trussardi). Cool to combine some detail and humor with a little style.

I could quite get used to doing stuff in this vein- having a dig at fashion's self-importance (and the earnestness of its followers) whilst secretly enjoying the shallow ostentatiousness of it all.
Roughs- 2nd one rejigged to accommodate text. Quite a slick sketch and a level of finish some of my longstanding clients may not recognise
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little excuse for not showing my face round here for over a month. I could blame it on the fact a belated summer has finally arrived and that I've been devoting alot of time to working on some more portrait-based things.

Went to a rather grand party in London last night for the New Statesman magazine at the Whitehall Banqueting House
the great and the good (and myself) were in attendance and I ligged for all I was worth stuffing my face with doll's house food and chugging champagne. Gordon Brown was there but I didn't get a chance to gladhand him (nor did I Will Self whom I spotted across the room and meant to accost). Hobnobbed with a few media-types and strangely, for a left wing magazine party I spent some time talking to an unapologetically Conservative City lawyer.  Thoroughly affable guy (as Old Money, British public-school boys often are)

Decided that drunkenly knocking a champagne flute from the first floor banister to the lobby below was my cue to call it a night. Mercifully, the glass didn't even smash. The only person who'd witnessed the incident started bizarrely berating me, 'Why did you do it?' as though I were some sort of thrill-seeking sociopath. Said my goodbyes and sloped off to get a $10 sandwich from the railway station to sober me up.
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