My Glittering Life
It seemed like a good idea at the time. I was going to a gallery opening to see paintings by Trademark, who portrays the famous and infamous (he’s produced canvasses of everyone from Divine to Michael Alig). Paul Burston, the novelist and Time Out editor, had become the subject of one of the pictures, and I was pretty sure it could contain Trademark’s er, trademark of giving an eighties’ sheen to the portrait, so I wore a pair of DSquared glitter jeans to the ritzy event in Pall Mall.
I’d been warned about the jeans when I bought them. The packaging said; ‘Open this carefully – and outside.’ Over the next two hours the jeans quietly exploded over the floor, the guests, into the champagne and up Holly Johnson’s back. I redecorated the restaurant I went to afterwards, and gave the taxi home a new look. The damn stuff is still everywhere. I am keeping the jeans in a plastic bag where they can’t continue to wreak their havoc.
I’m here with top girl Suzi Feay, editor at the Financial Times. Paul Burston’s excellent novel ‘The Gay Divorcee’ is a top read (that’s him in the painting). Trademark’s exhibition of A-Listers and Demons continues at La Galleria, 30 Royal Opera Arcade, Pall Mall.