Saturday, 4 May 2013
I've never been keen on Kaffe Fassett. All those lurid jumpers - did anybody ever wear them? You'd look like a knitted dumpling - and those ghastly vegetable tapestries that were advertised in every colour mag in the 1980s.
But as I'd walked as far as Borough Market the other day, I thought I might as well walk a bit further and take a look at this Fashion Museum exhibition, and I must admit it was a blast of colour. (I liked Sue Timney's exhibition design much more than anything that was on display.)
No, I wasn't converted. The needlepoint leek is an artform that I am clearly never going to love. I love the colours of the quilts but there's something so sterile about them; they're just expensive fabric snipped up and stitched back together again; they don't have the organic feel of quilts that have been pieced together over time.
Kaffe Fassett was sitting quietly in a corner waiting for the onslaught of ladies who were queueing outside the door to get in for his talk. Poor man ...
It was like seeing Alan Titchmarsh being mugged by the HRT mob at the Chelsea Flower Show.