Friday, April 08, 2011

Julie Kavanagh: From Martin Amis' cock to Grace Coddington

Dearest Madame,

Have you read this Aunt Sally of an article on Grace Coddington in the new Intelligent Life by Julie Kavanagh? Evidently the powers-that-be are trusting Ms Kavanagh to write her hybrid interview-memoirs again after her last one about her bed hopping antics with Martin Amis tainted the rarefied airs of The Economist's ivory towers with the smell of bad sex and Martinis before lunch. (I have it on good authority that the powers-that-be hated that article, but also that the syndication requests on it keep rolling into her agent's offices.)

Link to Coddington piece

As one would expect from Ms Kavanagh, the subject of the piece is not so much Grace, who's rather sketchily characterised, but the author herself. She may attempt to present herself as a gauche day tripper in the beau monde of fashion journalism, but the white heat of ambition and social climbing burns between the sentences. I wonder if she's aware of it.

I do hope Mr De Lisle commissions more of these. I derive more pleasure from hating Ms Kavanagh's writing more than I do from reading good journalism.

Ever yours, C x

Dear C

Thank you for drawing this to my attention - I hadn't noticed it and am grateful for your thoughtfulness.

Ms Kavanagh is certainly of a breed I recognise: one with unerring antennae for auric celebrity, even before its formal recognition. It's a genius of sorts and works best when recall is at its sharpest. London journalism would shrivel without these opportunistic sleb-surfers: if they can write, that's mitigation.

Against better judgement I rather enjoyed Kavanagh's Coddington piece, notwithstanding the vulgar opener - 'On a summer night in New York one of the gays in a huddle outside Rawhide on Eighth Avenue calls out, “We love you, Grace!” as she walks home.'

Gays? I guess they were a-screamin' and a-lispin' as gays do.

Many best wishes

Madame Arcati

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I've noticed you have far fewer comments these days. Do you think turning Madame Arcati into a Lady-loving astrology site is good for business?

Madame Arcati said...

Haven't the foggiest. Arcati tends to go through dry patches, particularly when I piss off a lot of people. The Brian Cox fan club in the media disapproves of me right now because it's compulsory to be an atheist lover of the cosmos; though that fashion will alter as Cox's star wanes (ie as he ages). Also, Blogger is fucking up, so that it's hard to tell what's going on. All I know is my non-Blogger counters show audience holding up though a bit lower than usual in the UK. Thank you for your interest.

Green Goddess said...

Grace Coddington breezed in and out of my life on a hot East Hampton afternoon many decades ago. She has more grace and style in one twil of her auburn locks than JK could muster up in a lifetime. So bored with these wannabe journos dining out on their tales of slebby-sophomoric adulation.
Someone fabulous like our mutual friend Michael Gross who understands celebrity and is close enough but removed from it could write about the archangel of fashion, not Julie Kavanagh who looks like she shops at Oxfam. In the sales.
Grow up.
Sorry, hormones raging.
X

Madame Arcati said...

You want to watch those hormones; goodness knows where they may take you.

Michael Gross would be most excellent; and I'm sure would get under the skin of the most fascinating working relationship in fashion - Wintour and Coddington. It is most important that the biographer suspends personal ego and actually focuses on the subject.

There is evidence that this approach works.

Green Goddess said...

Yeh but seriously Ma, I learned not one iota of new info about Grace. It was all about Julie. Who is still not at all interesting. Why do these people hold themselves up as totems of celebrity when they are just so not? Egofest, recycled vomit.
Hormones have been taking me very good places for a change.
X.