Showing posts with label michele lamy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label michele lamy. Show all posts

Sunday, 24 January 2010

Going tribal


Tattoo history is always fascinating. One can keep researching and researching and still come across fascinating rabbit-hole like facts. For instance, yesterday I came across this website which homes some fantastic examples of Berber tattoos and the reasons why women have them (beautification, tribal reconnaissance, protection ect....).

Berbers are the original natives of northern Africa (Tamazgha). There are Berbers in Egypt, in Morocco, in Mali, in Niger, in Burkina Faso, in Libya in Tunisia, in Mauritania.

Before Berber women got ID cards they used to tattoo their forehead to mark their tribe, and to tattoo their chins to mark if they were married or divorced and how many children they had.

 “A scorpion may sting a woman as many times as she has tattoos, but God will be merciful if she donates an amount of money equal to the cost of covering her tattoos to the poor,” Old Berber saying.




Research by Susan Searight indicates that in certain North African regions, especially in the Rif and Atlas mountains, more than half the female tribe members are tattooed. Until recently, a Berber man would refuse to marry an untattooed woman.


My grandmother, a tribal woman herself, had a tattooed face and hands. When meeting with my dad yesterday, I asked him if he could remember what the specific design for the clan was and he drew this really bad star on a napkin in the pub. I think I will try and trace the original one and get it tattooed on my hand. I also want to add a vintage swallow tattoo, with a distinctive art deco outline, to my back.
In times of needs, there is nothing like a talisman tattoo to keep you going.

Friday, 22 January 2010

Michele Lamy Rick Owens


Rick Owen is my favourite designer . Wearing his clothes makes me happy, and I work hard so that I can afford more, like one of his Biker Jackets.  I love the earthy tones he uses, and the warrior undertone he gives to his garments.  Apparently his fashion shows are epic and also the hardest to get into. The Rick Owens show is not about who's famous derriere is on the front row or make-up and hair trends, its all about the fierce clothes.
Anyway, behind every great creative man, there is a muse feeding into his genius, and for Rick Owens, it comes courtesy of his fashion legend wife and collaborator, Michele Lamy.  This woman, who is known within certain circles for her "good taste",  has the kind of sense of style that  only an emissary from a futuristic parallel  landscape inhabited by holograms of SAPES (Society for the Advancement of People of Elegance) could possess. Lamy  has the look of an urban Inca Queen - but even that concept does not do her justice.   Her jewellery collection looks like its been handpicked from the British Museum secret archives.

EVIL GLAMOUR
Her hands are testimony to her pre and post apocalyptic vision. Tattooed fingers coupled with henna-blackened nails,  a heady mix of mountain-dwelling Berber queen, steam punk and prophetess from the Sacred Prostitutes of Babylon crew.  Not bad for someone who used to be a lawyer.

As is customory with legends, there are a number of  myths about her  floating around:  some people reckon she is 1600 years old,  and also a gypsy, arms dealer and a witch. She was a stripper at some point and a philosopher too. Those two last facts are actually true.

Michele is  French, although she used to live in LA for ages running a hot nightclub/restaurant called Les Deux. A friend of mine told me that whilst she was in Paris for the shows, sitting in a cafe, she saw Michele  walk into the cafe looking super stylish and cool. Turning heads and captivating the space with her incredible presence.

This is a picture of  her taking the Eurostar with her daughter, Scarlett Rouge.

 





I think that you will all join me in agreeing that she is fascinating and that someone should pen her biography.

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