|Tim Chapman - from Balmain to Bedlam, proving you're never too grand or too, um, mature, to learn a new skill|
Over night on Monday the photosensitive ink dried naturally on the screens in the cupboard under our stairs (incidentally, where my old charges Sneaker Pimps recorded arguably their finest work, in the cupboard under the stairs at Liam's dad's house). Tim presented himself for duty the next morning and first watched Mark print the acetates of the graphics that André had Mac-ified. Together they exposed the screens to halogen heat and light for one minute and fifty seconds and a more assiduous time keeper than Tim you could not have conjured. Heaven helped out by providing a beautiful day on Tuesday so we could put them in the back garden to finish drying.
|Our first screen is prepared|
|Posh apprentices Tim'n'Ian dedicated themselves to following the production process|
|Little Ian lends a hand|
|Hands clasped in wonder we beheld the images manifest|
|There was an important technical reason for this, it just escapes me right now|
On Wednesday evening I returned to Tian's underground workroom to collect the trousers and pinstripe-suit-with-a-twist. It was humbling to be presented with such wonderful tailoring then to be asked with genuine concern if I was satisfied. Classic Cuts deserves to be regarded as a bastion of classic quality. It suddenly occurred to me that should we get some orders we'll be needing more of the fabric (!) and called up Crescent Trading, that sits on the other side of the Whitechapel Road. Flirty Philip answered the phone saying I was lucky to find him there at that hour, he was loading a van. We know that we are lucky. He promised he'd wait and I bumped down the cobbles of Brick Lane to find him standing in the middle of the road looking out for me. He put some bolts aside and wished us Godspeed. I leapt back aboard, excited to get to the studio lickety spit to show Mark, Tim'n'Ian and Andrea who was on her way over from the Victoria & Albert Museum:
|The lovely Andrea pays us a visit from the V&A and carries off, as #1 Centurian, the first Bedlam book bag!|
I shall pause here as we must get to dinner with Stefan who last year took us into Vogue where he worked before he started presenting a TV fashion show here in the US:
|The Earl hits Manhattan|
|The Lady loves New York|
Back in a bit Bedlamites!