CRUELLA-NESS

WHAT'S IN A NAME? #DATENIGHT MONDAY MUSING

Bonjour Paris, Couture Week prompted me to scroll through some memories, much more rewarding than social media, as I watched the shows.

Couture - Once Upon a Dior - Illustrated in Makeup by Moi

Whatever the season, whatever you are watching, it’s just like that last scene of Room with a View – where once again Central Casting has been tinkering with the seating plan – there are the ingenues, the unexpected darlings, the Grand Dames, and the tourists passing through… When you ‘belong’ each invite is your oxygen, when you have ‘left’ it lingers nostalgically like the scent of a lover – a memory that was once intoxicating.

One of Paris’s New Favorite Ingenues… Also a Substack Superstar @PamelaAnderson

Which - strangely - brings me to Cruella (in Vogue)– and the Cruellaness of it all.

‘Who are you? You look VAGUELY FAMILIAR…’

There is the brand, the person, the creative, the team. When I was younger I thought my ‘identity’ was Camilla AND Morton (first and last name). Or is it that your definition ‘belongs’ to where you work? John AND Dior? Or the publication you are clawing your way up the masthead on? Name AND Magazine? Is one worthless without its partner? And are YOU worthless without a label attached?