Showing posts with label John Hughes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Hughes. Show all posts

Saturday, September 5, 2009

I'm your biggest fan....


This weekend, Brigitte Bardot and the Original Paparazzi, an exhibition of vintage photographs of one of the world's most celebrated beauties, opens at the James Hyman gallery on Savile Row. It's an opportunity to enjoy BB in her prime, when she was known more for her beauty and less for her extreme right-wing views and animal-rights activism. My favourite is this portrait by Sam Levin where she is the picture of French elegance in contrast to the typical Bardot bombshell. The exhibition also highlights the change in relationship between star and paparazzo - no sneaky upskirt shots, or being captured stumbling out of nightclubs at 3am. Runs until 3 October.

When I heard about Donovan Leitch's John Hughes tribute at the Palihouse in LA, I was hoping someone in London would do the same. Ferris Bueller played on screen, while Leitch spun songs from Hughes classics. Thankfully, someone was thinking along the same lines because tonight Club de Fromage are hosting their own celebration of the saviour of 80s misfits.There will be a screening of The Breakfast Club followed by a night of dancing to Hughes-inspired hits. I'm sure most will be taking their style cues from his brat pack and high school classics but I would like to pay tribute to my own favourite from the Hughes canon - Home Alone 2. Ok, so he only wrote Lost in New York but it's still my fave. I'm thinking mittens and woolly hat à la Kevin McCallister- very timely as Mac was back in the news this week as yet another possible Blanket Daddy or we could think even further outside the box and go as Brenda Fricker's Bird Lady. It may not score you a Michael Schoeffling- look alike but you will stand out in a sea of lace, crimped hair and over-sized blazers. And standing dejected on the edge of the dance floor, ogling the object of your crush - I can't think of a more apt tribute to Hughes. NOK