Such a little room for such a big book. Vivienne Westwood is a woman of contrasts, and the launch of her memoirs was no exception. Held in the cozy, historic (and, like the Dame, rather notorious) Mark’s Club in London, she and co-author Ian Kelly toasted the biography’s long-awaited launch with friends and family.
To a live piano and cello, Westwood furiously signed copy after hefty copy proffered by her nearest and dearest. They were an assorted bunch ranging from Jerry Hall and Chrissie Hynde to Bella Freud and Sara Stockbridge, the bleached-blonde model on many a Westwood runway, epitomizing the brand in the punky ’80s. Westwood’s sons Joe Corré and Ben Westwood, as well as her husband and design partner Andreas Kronthaler, were also close at hand.
“The living deserve respect, the dead deserve the truth,” Westwood has said about the book, for which she interviewed with Ian Kelly over the course of a year. “This is the story nobody’s told.” Forever the provocateur.