Pictures and Models

Yesterday, I hustled down Saville Row in the rain to the James Hyman Gallery. My umbrella wasn't working too well against the lateral rain, my jeans were soaked 4 inches above my shoes, and I was distracted by the distinctive Abercrombie smell wafting from the boutique across the street-- but I still found the place and descended into harmony.

Linda McCartney's photos from the '60s onwards are on display, and they are beautiful. Everything's in black and white, printed on thick woven paper and displayed very simply on white walls. My favorites were the portraits of people she loved, obviously like Paul and her children. Paul's introduction to the exhibit really adds to the personalized feel-- you can tell he was absolutely in love with her and her work, and that he was relaxed in all the pictures. There are some cool ones of musicians in the '60s-- Simon and Garfunkel, Mick Jagger, Jim Morrison, John Lennon, Janice Joplin. It's something to see.

I did manage to get to the Abercrombie boutique, and I can't say the same about that place-- it's like an enormous, palatial brothel. Everything's boring, waaay overpriced and then in POUNDS, of course. All the employees are the same level of nauseatingly good-looking but kind of dumb, and the smell of the cologne was overwhelming. Soo wish the people shopping in reverential awe could see your average US mall-rat infested Abercrombie-- that would kill their respect for the place.