Friday, 25 September 2009

I ♥ Robyn Peterson


A fitting ending to fashion week. Catwalk Confidential starring Robyn Peterson as a one-woman show is part memoir, part cautionary tale, but mostly very well written and delivered with a nice swish in the tail and an irrefutable sense of authority: this woman has lived a life, and is obviously still living it. (Raised in Miami, leaving home at 16 for the bright lights of New York and then to the City of Lights, Paris, where she was catapulted to fame as a model.)

Directed by Tony Abatermarco, this ingenious production is an evocative period of snaps of Peterson and of the heyday of haute couture, climaxing in the famous Vogue topless study by Helmut Newton.

Peterson is fabulous at telling the story behind the picture, and she sketches in hilarious lightning images of a speechless Yves Saint Laurent, a hysterical Karl Lagerfeld (when she snaffles a bikini from another girl’s rail and then goes down the catwalk with a dress on back to front, peppered with his signature Germanic staccato accent) and the inscrutable, dominating Newton.

Dressed in a simple white shirt and black satin slacks, she proves fascinating company, suggesting that women should keep their thighs in shape by copulating on top. This 80-minute leaves you wanting to hear and learn more about Peterson.

Post show, I met up with Tony and was being introduced to Robyn whose beauty belies her age and suggested that this fascinating story should not shy from being featured as a movie. Your thoughts?

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