The Importance of Being Earnest

Jane Asher as Lady Bracknell

Written in 1894 and first performed in 1895 at St James’ Theatre in London, The Importance of Being Earnest is often seen as Oscar Wilde’s lightest comedy.

This was Wilde’s last play and is considered to be his masterpiece. I went to see it at the Rose Theatre in Kingston, and having not seen it performed before, went with an open mind.

Sadly, Wilde found himself in prison some fifteen weeks after the play was first staged, as his homosexual affair was made public by his lover’s angry father.

This also meant the play was cancelled after only 86 performances, and despite some revivals, wasn’t performed in any great depth until the 1940s, when Wilde’s work and genius came to be appreciated again – some 40 years after his death.

The play has a Noel Coward resonance to it – a comedy of manners and satire at Victorian traditions.

Marriage comes in for some jovial abuse, and the triviality with which it is treated is a central theme to this play.

Jane Asher delivered the standout performance for me as the epitome of Victorian upper-class snobbery in her character of Lady Bracknell.

Classic lines such as: “The chin a little higher, dear. Style largely depends on the way the chin is worn. They are worn very high, just at present,” are delivered perfectly and without unnecessary emphasis. Even what is arguably the most famous line (“A handbag?”) is not over-punctuated.

The subtext of this play is fascinating, and whilst the run at The Rose has ended today, I would highly recommended donating a few pennies towards a copy.

Importance of being Earnest

If satire is your forte, then a read is even more a must. Something I hadn’t realised until researching the play’s background was that ‘earnestness’ as a personality trait or value played an important role in Victorian society.

The production at The Rose was directed by Stephen Unwin was delivered with just the right amount of lightness, with a simple set featuring a striking arch centre-piece.

The Rose was turned down for Arts Council funding earlier this year, but hopefully if it continues to show productions of this calibre its somewhat uncertain future will not be so for long.

 

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Christopher Raeburn at London Fashion Week

Entering the Museum of London, I at first wondered where the catwalk was. But this was a Christopher Raeburn show, so I wasn’t too surprised to find there wasn’t one.

What Raeburn did do was use the Museum’s Sackler Hall and Linbury Gallery to showcase his Spring / Summer 2012 collection, experimenting with sound, light and figurative installations.

The grand Sackler Hall was decorated with different coloured swathes of material on the walls and floor. Whilst the journlists, bloggers and editors milled about sipping wine and vitamin water, the models circumnavigated the room to stand on their own piece of material. Militaristic, almost droning music reminiscent of distant bombers during the Blitz played whilst they posed simply, allowing us to pap them. It took me a while to realise that what linked each model to their colour was the colour of the socks they were wearing.

Raeburn’s collection is true to his military style, with more of a sense of functionality this season and emphasis placed on colour, from vibrant jackets to colour popping lipstick on the models. His signature outerwear is there, as well as apparel wear in t shirts, trousers and dresses. There was also the sense of more than a passing nod to the cycling evolution in the lightweight, bright jackets.

In the Linbury Gallery Raeburn showcased the rest of his collection. Here were the jackets and t shirts, arranged by colour. To encourage an engagement with the texture of the materials used, each item of clothing was linked to a light display on the walls and to the sound system, and reacted to touch – a novel way to display clothes and utilise the senses of touch and hearing as well as sight.

Raeburn said of the exhibition: “The whole thing is about an interaction between the garments and emotion. Each garment’s different sound and sign links up with different ideas in the collection.”

The designer is known for re-appropriating fabric, and this collection certainly doesn’t disappoint. Raeburn has used remade fabric from the 1950s, including light parachute fabric. There is also recycled polyester and organic cotton used in the t shirts, with just one piece from new material. The sweatshirt in question is British-made, meaning his innovative collections can tick the ethical box.

For Raeburn, it’s not primarily about trying to produce an eco-friendly collection: “I never tried to sell the collection as being ethical. It’s more about considering what we’re using and why, so it’s more of a supporting feature of what we’re doing.”

Encouraging the consumer to think about what and why they’re buying an item of clothing is something all retailers and designers could certainly think about.

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Watch your back Paula Radcliffe.. or not

So I ran my first half marathon today. I started running properly last year by doing one of the Race for Life 5ks, and before that the longest I’d run for was 20 minutes.

One year and two 10ks later, I lined up with my friend Sarah at the beginning of the Farnham Pilgrims Half Marathon. Think Surrey Hills, quaint villages, beautiful scenery.. and the North Downs.

Not to be taken lightly, the first three miles were relatively ok. That was until the first hill loomed above us, annoyingly as we queued at a stile (meaning it stayed in my view for even longer). That was pretty much where the fun ended. My thighs already asking for a rest, I took one of my running gels I’d been saving for the ten mile mark and struggled on.

A second and third wind later, more hills, and  Sarah off in the distance ahead of me, I was trudging along, zoned out to Example, The Prodigy and David Guetta, dodging stingy nettles successfully, but branches not so much.

The last three miles were the worst, as you’d expect. Having never run more than 10.5 miles in training, this was the part I’d really been dreading. One more running gel later (once I’d managed to open it – they really should work on that) and a good slug of lucozade, I still felt crap.

The last two miles were a pure slog on to finish. I knew I was towards the back of the group (I started near the back, in my defence). Perhaps the gels and lucozade finally kicked in because the last flat seemed ok. Until, close to the end, the last hill I’d forgotten about.

Sarah had already finished as I neared the top and the turn into the field where we started and finished. She was waiting at the top with our friend Vix, and they both ran behind me into the field, shouting ‘sprint!’ as I neared the end. So I did. A final burst of energy and I proudly overtook a sporty-looking chap. I later realised he had run the full marathon, which started an hour before us, meaning he’d just run 26 miles in 3.5 hours. Never mind.

Sprinting towards the finish, I spotted my mum by the line, busy chatting away to a new friend. A high five to Mama as I crossed the line and it was over. Relieved? Oh aye.

Time-wise, I’d pretty much done as expected. The queues for stiles and kissing gates easily added on nearly 10 minutes, and the hills several more. So, at 2hrs30 on this one (exact time tbc), I’d estimate a nice, flat, non cross-country run taking me about 2hrs 15. Paula Radcliffe isn’t going to come calling any time soon, but given that I started this running lark last year, I’m pretty satisfied.

As soon as my knees stop clicking and seizing up when I sit down, I’m off for a run. Maybe.

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‘One Man, Two Guvnors’ – fancy a trip to Magorca?

Last night I was lucky to be able to see Richard Bean’s ‘One Man, Two Guvnors’ outside the National Theatre on Southbank. I say lucky, not because I managed to bag tickets (the outside showing was free), but because my good friend Caroline spotted the event advertised in The Metro and invited me along.

No stranger to al fresco viewing, I went to one of Somerset House’s outdoor screenings last year, and saw The King’s Speech screened in the grounds of Hampton Court Palace earlier this summer.

The atmosphere outside is, I find, vastly more intimate and interactive than any indoor showing. Plus, the outside shows at the National have the added benefit of free runners practising nearby if the play is really crap.

Not needed here though. ‘One Man, Two Guvnors’ is based on ‘The Servant of Two Masters’ by Carlo Goldoni, and is currently showing at the National, where it has sold out, although day tickets are still available. On the 27th September it will embark on a nationwide tour, before moving to The Adelphi in November.

Set in Brighton in the early 1960s, the plot is relatively simple. Corden’s character, Frances Henshall, finds himself working for two guvnors. One is Rachel Crabbe, played by Jemima Rooper, disguised as her late twin brother Roscoe, chasing up some money owed to her brother. Henshall’s other guvnor, Stanley Stubbers, played by Oliver Chris, is the epitome of public school tally-ho yup-yup-yup-ness, the accidental murderer of Roscoe Crabbe, and Rachel Crabbe’s secret lover.

Staying in the same pub as each other throws up a whole host of problems for Henshall, one being the fact that he is so overworked he has no time to eat and is driven by hunger.

This was the first time I’d seen Corden on the stage. I came close with the film ‘The History Boys’, starring Corden and Dominic Cooper. The film was a transition from the stage play to the big screen, and starred the same cast. I appreciate Corden as a comic actor, although perhaps not so much for ‘Horne and Corden’. But on stage he is clearly in his element. The most memorable scene for me sees him playing out both sides of an imagined argument where one beats the other. Another scene to look out for is in the dining room, where Corden waits on both of his guvnors simultaneously, with a seasoned waiter and a delightfully wobbly, almost zombie-like octogenarian waiter for company.

Corden repeatedly addresses the audience, and my friends and I weren’t sure who the plants were, with only one certainty. Let me know if anyone offers Henshall a homous sandwich.

This play is wonderfully comic – a comedy of errors with a happy ending, and some genuine laugh-out-loud moments. Oliver Chris’ character Stubbers displays more than a passing liking for the oft joked about buggery rumoured to be rife at Britain’s top public schools. Watch out for his brilliant one liners such as ‘wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine-o-rama’, ‘cricket- raaaaaah!’ accompanied by a very typical public school pose with the bat (I have that on record from an ex-Wellingtonian), and several deliveries of ‘yup, yup, yup ok.’

Musical interludes by Grant Olding liven up the audience, and us freshly aired chaps had some live dancing entertainment to feast our eyes on during the interval as well as a curtain call by the cast.

If you can, get your cultural and comedic noses down to see this play. It gets five stars from me.

PS- having read other blog reviews, it seems you may find the houmous sandwich makes a regular appearance..

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London Fashion Week returns

Most of us are probably hanging on to our floral playsuits, kidding ourselves that with
leggings, loafers and leather jackets, summer 2011 can live on, when really it ended in May.

Fashionistas are as always three or more steps ahead.  London Fashion Week kicks off on Friday 16th September, showcasing Spring/Summer 2012 trends.

Surprise news for me is that Krispy Kreme have produced a donut for the Week. The sugary, wheaty little rings are hardly the food of the Size Zeros (or Twos).

Teaming up with Glamour Magazine, Krispy Kreme was commissioned to create a limited edition collection to tie in with Fashion Week.

The two flavours – Strawberry Glaze and Orange Glaze – are together called ‘Glamour Glaze’, and will be available until the 2nd October.

I doubt we’ll be seeing Alexa, Kate and Anna nibbling on these catwalk-side – unless Krispy Kreme produce a miniature, gluten, sugar and dairy free version.

On to the shows, and the one to watch for me has to be Henry Holland, whose House of Holland show is on Saturday 17th September at 4pm.

H! by Henry Holland launched in Debenhams in March last year, and this autumn Holland is starring in the shop’s multi-million pound marketing campaign ‘Life Made
Fabulous’.

I love him for his preppy styles, funky tights and of course, those T-shirts from back in 2007.

His H! collection for Debenhams means hard-up types such as me can dabble in a bit of delicious designer gear.

I’m a particular fan of watches in general, and Henry Holland’s mock-Casio retro time pieces do not disappoint. Just don’t get them wet, at all.

Expect a nod to geek chic when you step into the department, with high waisted A-line skirts, Peter Pan collars and satchels adorning the shelves.

His designs have matured over the years, as you’d expect, from the bright, studenty style of 2007-2008, to Spring 2012 – there are plenty of stripes involved for next year.

Holland has dabbled in floral, tartan, spots and blocks in his previous shows, and there are plenty more textures and patterns for him to get to grips with.

2010 – Spring / Summer and Autumn / Winter does it for me, with purple popping up in Spring along with lace and squares.

Autumn was preppy perfect, with some more purple and some rather fabulous tights – think stars, diamonds and suspenders.

For next season, look out for a new take on maxi skirts, plus shift dresses and cool high-waisted shorts that will possibly look ridiculous unless your thighs don’t meet in the middle.

Henry Holland started showing with Fashion East at London Fashion Week, and it’s worth checking out who is showing with them this year; James Long, Maarten van der Horst and
Marques’Almeida are ones to watch out for.

For me, I’ll have my eye on Holland – there is much more to be seen from this guy. I’m stocking up on my Spring stripes as I write.

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Sh*t parents? Just blame the schools and call in the Army

Controversial, I know. But a more polite version of that question has been asked over the past few days in the wake of the riots that spread from London to some of England’s major cities.

There are many reasons as to why the rioting, violence and looting took place, and there is no one simple solution. It seems that battlelines have been drawn, with the Right blaming ‘sick’ sections of society, a lack of individual responsibility, a failure of parents and schools and a dependence on the State that has led to an assumption that it is ok to take what isn’t yours. The Left has taken the line that society as a whole is to blame, pointing fingers at the hopeless examples set by MPs and bankers – seemingly the pinnacles of our society. Liberals point their fingers at budget cuts in already socially deprived areas that have led to a fall in the number of services helping people.

Personally I fall somewhere in the middle, but with one foot very much in the Left’s camp. I have never been much for the Right’s solutions to crime, which to me seems to be more about chucking as many people in jail as possible without going after the underlying causes.

A while ago I was debating with my right-leaning, fairly liberal -minded, Tory-voting father about the possible solutions to knife crime. He is a journalist who reads The Times for his own enlightenment, The Daily Mail for amusement and to keep up with middle-England-of-the-shires (although he says the comment columns are actually quite good) and peruses The Sun for its take on current affairs.

I had the idea of imposing National Service as an alternative to jail. This might sound surprisingly right-wing from a Guardian reader, but hear me out. The problem, in my opinion, is that within the estates and communities deemed ‘sick’ and ‘lost’ by Cameron, there are those who have been brought up in this atmosphere with no sense of purpose or future. There is little money to go around, the schools aren’t great, there is very little to actually do, and there is a pervading sense of hopelessness. In my view you must respect yourself before you can respect others, but if you have never learnt self-respect, where does that leave you? Enter the armed forces. Possibly the one place where the importance of self-respect, leading to respect for others is hammered into individuals, along with some pretty intense training.

My dad then pointed out that such a policy would pass the buck of parenting on to the armed forces, which isn’t their purpose. Which brings me to parents.

I do still think military-based programmes such as the Cadets and even the Scouts can be successful. But my dad is right – this should all begin at home. So why doesn’t it always?

It’s easy to blame the problems faced by single-parent families. The absence of a father figure on young boys may be a factor, but it can’t be the only one.

Is there also a fear among parents of their own children? I remember years ago a cousin of mine saying to her mum “I’m going to tell Childline on you!” Fortunately this was an empty threat (and I doubt she would have got far with it) but we do look with a measure of disdain upon a mother disciplining her unruly child in the supermarket with a slap, tutting as her already hysterical precious one swiftly degenerates into a screaming snot-blob.

There is so much red tape around parenting that sometimes I wonder why all children aren’t growing up as rulers of their household. Parents are increasingly unsure how to discipline their children without being accused of cruelty, or simply being ignored, which can lead to children growing up without a sense of consequence for wrong-doing.

Where the parents don’t instil as much discipline as they should, we expect the schools to step in. School for me was pretty strict. My primary school had been an all boys’ boarding school. Now accepting girls and having scrapped the boarding, it retained the boys’ school mentality whilst I was there. Surnames were barked at you by the mostly male staff, it was Sir this and Miss that, standing up when a teacher entered the room, more sport than seemed possible, being told to “sit down and SHUT UP!” in Latin lessons (admittedly not something I would advocate). As harsh as that all sounds, it really just meant we knew the boundaries.

Secondary school was a completely different experience as I moved to an all-girls’ school, where it was a much more genteel system. Being told off as a class sounded as thus: “LADIES… now settle down please.” That approach certainly wouldn’t work everywhere, and indeed I think they could’ve been stricter. That said, discipline was taken as seriously here as at primary school, as I discovered during Year 7 when I was shouted at by my House Mistress and Form Teacher, and put in detention for swearing twice at Sports’ Day. Apparently the year below were very impressionable (they’d obviously never met the year below). We were also not allowed off the grounds until 6th Form, which led to a cat and mouse situation with smokers and prowling staff during lunch breaks.

Teachers now can’t discipline their pupils physically, and by this I mean restraining or breaking up fights, nor can they comfort an upset young child with a hug. What message does this send out? Your teacher can’t do anything if the class bully thumps you, and if you’re the class bully, happy days.

Cameron wants to tackle ‘problem families’, although I’m not sure how he’s going to do this. Tax cuts for married couples may not be enough of an incentive to stay in a relationship that is clearly over. Teen pregnancy rates are still high in Britain, something which again comes down to education and parenting.

There needs to be some power given back to teachers and parents. Teachers should be respected and looked up to, and not, in worst case scenarios, afraid to intervene for their own safety. Parents need to be able to instil respect, self-awareness and a positive outlook towards working hard for goals into their children without fearing them. More parenting classes where needed, less red tape.

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What would it take to go ethical?

It’s a question I often ask myself. I love fashion. Not so much wearing whatever Vogue tells me to, but rather creating a look on myself and experimenting with different looks, textures, and ideas.

I’ve always been more of a cheap and cheerful shopper, especially now that I’ve gone down the media career route – interesting but not well paid.

I’ve recently discovered the joys of thrift shopping. I already have several items of clothing and accessories taken (legally!) from the costume cupboard at my old workplace. Ranging from a man’s jumper that became a winter staple, a Zara cardigan that is my summer staple, and an old lady’s handbag that I have yet to use (but can’t wait to). Markets can also offer some great deals – as I recently discovered when following a fashion blogger around Brick Lane. You can read Styleeast’s great blog here.

But back to the shops, there are legal requirements shops have to adhere to when it comes to outsourcing clothes production overseas. Every so often a shop will make small headlines when someone uncovers mistreatment at their factories. Regulation is good, but we know the conditions many people in these factories work in would not pass in the UK.

So what would it take to switch to ethical fashion? That’s fairly easy – money. We should all buy ethical, but with greater intvestment from bigger brands, shops and .. dare I say it.. the government, the likes of People Tree would be more accessible to the Primarkians out there. Alternatively, I could halve the amount of clothes I buy, which, believe it or not isn’t a large amount, and buy from ethical sources.

That’s not going to happen any time soon. For now, I’m going to try to buy second hand on key pieces. Expect more musings on how to buy thrift soon!

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