Meeting Amy Winehouse

I love this description:

When I first met her around Camden she was just some twit in a pink satin jacket shuffling round bars with mutual friends, most of whom were in cool Indie bands or peripheral Camden figures Withnail-ing their way through life on impotent charisma. Carl Barrat told me that “Winehouse” (which I usually called her and got a kick out of cos it’s kind of funny to call a girl by her surname) was a jazz singer, which struck me as a bizarrely anomalous in that crowd. To me with my limited musical knowledge this information placed Amy beyond an invisible boundary of relevance; “Jazz singer? She must be some kind of eccentric” I thought. I chatted to her anyway though, she was after all, a girl, and she was sweet and peculiar but most of all vulnerable.

Read the rest of Russell Brand's tribute to Amy Winehouse here.

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LAM White

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Love this wine label. And the wine's pretty fantastic too. A delicious blend of viognier and chenin from the Swartland.

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King of kitsch: 2011 Tretchikoff exhibition in Cape Town

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Don't miss the Vladimir Tretchikoff exhibition at the Iziko South African National Gallery in Cape Town. It's on until 25 September, every day from 10 am to 5 pm. R20 gets you in, which is a ridiculous price to pay for this slice of South African, and Capetonian, history.

One of the commentators in the documentary on Tretchikoff's life and work, found in the middle of the main exhibition room, says something along the lines of: Tretchikoff was the artist Andy Warhol set out to be. Controversial for a number of reasons, it seems that mostly the elite art establishment hated that Tretchikoff actually made money while alive, mostly because he made his work available to anyone via affordable prints. Apparently he has sold more prints than any other artist.

There used to be a bar in Notting Hill in London in the early 2000s called Trailer Happiness that had a couple of his prints up, and I don't think anyone entirely believed me that Tretchikoff was South African. (Oh look, the bar is still there, as are the pictures! Yay.) Apparently he was wildly successful abroad and had a lengthy tour of America and Canada in the 1950s, and took over the ground floor of Harrods in the early 1960s where 205,000 people saw his work. Included in the Cape Town exhibition is a letter from a Canadian buyer. She agreed to pay $6,000 for the painting, on the provisor that it was delivered to her house within two weeks of the tour ending, she was so desperate to get her hands on it!

The exhibition also gives a fascinating glimpse of Cape Town in the 1950s and 1960s: from paintings of the Cape flower sellers, spice sellers and fishermen, to the receipt from Garlicks department store in Adderley Street for an exhibition there. Tretchi paid £30 per day for the priviledge and Garlicks ran full page ads in the Argus and other newspapers to promote the show.

Go see the exhibition, now!

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