Marc by Marc Jacobs, according to The Fashion supplement that appeared with my Saturday Guardian (September 2014): 'Now in the hands of Brit pair Luella Bartley and Katie Hillier, the label has regained serious momentum. The first collection was a statement of intent..', and nothing was more intentional than the blatant homage to market forces within the fashion industry made concrete with this in-your-face trainer. Times are a little rocky, but the intention is that profits should go up, and up, and up.
A quickie. Fat, again. It has come to my attention that the British are now top of the European league table in fatness. 'We're eating our way to disaster', and so on, say the newspapers. Apparently 67% of men and 57% of women in the UK are either overweight or obese, according to the Global Burden of Disease Study. ('What this?', you ask. I've no idea, but it's published in the Lancet Medical Journal, so it must be True) Still, it's nice to be top of something, isn't it? And a little bit of fat makes it easier to stay warm in winter.
I have a tendency to colour things up to see if they look more 'important'. I suspect I nearly always prefer them in plain old black and white. I leave the choice up to you.
I've recently returned from a brief cruise with my father. It sounds exciting, but it comprised only four nights on-board, in the company of several hundred pensioners. All very nice, although I found it difficult to keep up with the other guests when it came to eating (four lavish and delicious meals daily). Luckily for me, there was a gym in the 'basement', so my lower half was able to work off what my upper half was busy consuming.
Not my picture, I regret to say. It comes from Tomi Ungerer's 'Underground Sketchbook', a book that is brilliant and horrible in equal measure.
