eurovision 2007.

I returned to london from new york on thursday morning and the whole town was talking about eurovision. (well, at least the trio of people I saw on saturday night were). here are some scintillating images for those of us who missed the actual event. sadly our old eurovision reporter roger, who used to actually go to the damn thing every year, moved to san francisco and doesn’t go anymore.

zombies tickets on sale.


I went to a colin blunstone show at fez many years ago, where he was backed by the local lounge lover cover band, and that was ace. we even snagged an interview with the zombies singer for chickfactor 13 (thank you gaylord!). then in 2005 I tried again and saw the zombies (basically colin and rod argent) playing a selection of songs zombie-esque and otherwise, some of which were fantastic and some of which were not, at the bloomsbury theatre. we laughed, we cried. now the zombies will reunite again, all original members this time, for a 40th anniversary tour. there are two shows (march 7 and 8, 2008! at shepherds bush empire in london), each show is four hours long, and on the sbe website it says odessey & oracle, so perhaps that means they’ll be playing that in its entirety. see you there, if the world still exists in 2008.

stromboli.


through the end of june the national film theatre is celebrating italian filmmaker roberto rossellini, a man so cool he was married to ingrid bergman and had a daughter named isabella, both of whom have more dignity and grace than all of today’s A-list actresses combined.

image: from stromboli

dashiell hammett night.


chickfactor attended dashiell hammett night at the horse hospital on saturday. it was a special evening celebrating the classic american crime fiction writer, where they had some folks do readings from three of his books (the american accents, when attempted, weren’t exactly convincing, but cathi unsworth and max decharne at least looked the part), showed the glass key starring my hair idol veronica lake and had some live blues in the 20s/30s style by the sandy dillon speakeasy quartet, who sounded all right but it was somehow hard to focus on the music because of the singer dillon’s kooky and intense onstage antics. my pal jennifer was hoping that ed harcourt was going to sing tonight but he was just a sideman (who played singing saw at one point). it was a nice and chilled out evening anyway, and we like the idea of mixing different media into one event.

farewell isabella.


we met isabella blow once at the photographers gallery and took her photo but can’t find it at the moment. she was like of course you can take my photo, as if you even need to ask. she was a rare veritable fashion icon in london: unmistakably her, the queen of chapeaux, a master of personal style, standing out amid a dull, bland sea of boringly blond and boho babes (kate, sienna, yawn) commonly thought of as fashion legends by herd followers. she fought depression her whole life, she had cancer and she died of a drugs overdose earlier this month. read the obit from the independent for more details about this original and imaginative character.

photograph: steven meisel; hat by philip treacy