Født: 14. juni 1961
Født: 14. juni 1961
Sometimes you just need to look at pretty stuff to cheer yourself up!
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This week two big things took place and I want to celebrate both. My friend and longtime creative collaborator Judy Blame passed away. Judy was a style maker, not just a stylist. He didn't collect rails of clothes from every top designer. He collaborated with them, lending them his twisted vision of the past and future and always with punk wit and irreverence. He was arch, a queen bitch, a salacious gossip and for many years a roaring drunk who would end up on the floor cursing his clients during a photoshoot. He would arrive with a bag of beers and consume them by lunch time and then chaos ensued. He still managed to create iconic and original pieces of jewellery and hats for the stratosphere but he would be calling you a c**** and insulting everyone while he was doing so. I once called to have something made and he actually answered the phone. I said 'wow you picked up" and he replied sarcastically 'I can put it back down if you prefer.
He once lost a beautiful one off check winged coat of mine created by Leigh Bowery and claimed it had been stolen but i swear it's somewhere in a art collection. Judy was a vogue rogue. Many have been inspired by him and have pinched ides but the best stuff by Judy shines through and is clearly superior and special. I will treasure all the things he created for me.
One of my most favourite memories is from Iceland where I went to do a live show back in the 90s. I took, Judy, Alice Temple and my late make up artist friend Paul Starr. Before I went on stage Judy was already dressed up to the nines in stilettos, a glittering black beanie and a monocle. He was as drunk as a skunk and smoking with a long cigarette holder. We did the show and headed back to the hotel with Mr Iceland in tow. Half way back the tour manager exclaimed 'we left the stage clothes! Everyone looked at Judy who just rolled his eyes and said "fuck off darling, I'm Judy Blame, I don't do packing.
Then there was the time he was hired to style Garbage. Apparently he turned up with nothing but some black bin liners. Garbage geddit? I don't know if this story is even true but it's funny and very Judy.
Then there is the cow who escaped the slaughterhouse and swam across a river. When the authorities tried to catch it he swam to another island. So desperate was he to avoid the inevitable ending. Look into this cows face and tell me that he does not know his fate. God bless that Polish COW!