Paul Bowles’ book was adapted by Bertolucci for this film, which features a significant cameo from Bowles himself. He subsequently derided the film, but I enjoy its slow pace and lazy beauty. Mostly I enjoy Debra Winger as Kit Moresby - can you tell?

Friday before last in Paris (how time flies!) we visited the Musée du quai Branly to take in the architecture*, but I found the collection of art from non-western backgrounds much more interesting.

The exhibits were vital and exciting. Unsettling too. There were short films by anthropologists as recent as the seventies, capturing some of the costume and objects in use. I had forgotten the French’s fascination for ‘primitive’. Walking around I saw Picasso here, Gaugin and Rousseau there, JP Goude and Gaultier too.  Indigenous life in their colonies seemed to infiltrate art and visual culture from the very beginning. Seeing the ‘bambara’ collection at the YSL exhibition in the afternoon just cemented the connections…

*Jean Nouvel’s architecture wasn’t as great. I loved the colours, I loved Patrick Blanc’s plant wall and the landscaping and planting. The museum itself seemed to have so much circulation space - the walk from entry to the exhibits was about ten minutes! My architect buddies felt it was badly detailed, but fortunately I don’t notice - I’m a broad brush stroke girl.

My favorite shots from this Flickr set. Which was taken the week that Yves Saint Laurent made his debut at Dior. So timely!

I want coral nails.

I’m so excited to find out that a trip to Paris I am taking for work coincides with the YSL retrospective at the Le Petit Palais!

The exhibition will cover Yves Saint Laurent’s entire career: from his beginnings at Dior’s atelier (just around the corner from the museum) to his Le Smoking, his designs for many theatrical productions and of course for his great muse Catherine Deneuve.

I think I better book my ticket now.

After work parties, book launches, a flying visit to see Malcolm’s new work at the Baltic in Gateshead and back again, and getting a bad cold en route, I am declarng this week drink free.

Chinos and stern expression on the left bank. Yeah…

Raquel Zimmerman and Charlotte Rampling by Juergen Teller. From Purple magazine and originally posted by Sea of Shoes.

I love ths lookbook for Willow’s latest collection. The model is thin, of course, but has a wonderful amazonian quality and tits’n'arse so to speak. Long may this continue… And there’s not a piece in the collection I’d not wear. Is it available in the UK?

Michelle Jank has always made me want to dye my hair.

I did also think about wearing one of her pieces when Mr G and I hitched it last year, with a very plain fitted jersey and a very voluminous (like folds and folds and folds) textured satin skirt, with the whole thing being all different shades of milky creamy white and red lips and ruddy hair. Probably looks better in my head than on the page. I did actually try to contact her via Iqons as I couldn’t find any details of her except that her jewellery had an outlet via Browns.

Paris innit. On the Rue St Honore…

Really enjoyed seeing these William English photographs exhibited at Maggs last week. William took several photographs of Vivienne Westwood in the Sex shop in early 1975 when he was a budding film student, eager to get into a London school. The idea backfired when he produced the portfolio, as the entrance examiners assumed he was only interested in making pornography.

Mr G interviewed William last week.