The Big Push

I’m almost ready, the end is in sight, the thrilling goal is almost within reach. For two solid months now I’ve been painting and sewing, putting together an exhibition of portraits of  my dear friends wearing my wearable art

and creating a small but  very political collection that pulls no punches. I’m overwhelmed with the feeling of urgency  right now, the feeling that time is running out, for me , for you for all of us. We have no time to waste. Things have to change and we can’t sit idly by and wait. We have to be part of that change. This is why I’ve created this new collection that is called URGENT. It’s been made entirely from upcycled tshirts and  second hand clothes that have been taken apart and reinterpreted. I’m keen to not add to the waste , being eco friendly and sustainable isn’t just a fashion statement, it’s vital to keep us from an early departure off of this beautiful planet of ours. There is a new punk energy reemerging, probably echoing the Tory female prime minister who we have right now in Brexit UK ( long may it never happen), recalling the heady , riot strewn days of Thatcher. There is a real sense of deja vu going on, except that now the energy isn’t about destroy, it’s the opposite, it’s create and protect. We are wise to the real push of Establishment and Neo-Liberal politics : to create wars to make money. To be anti establishment nowadays means to be a pacifist. This energy to push for peace forms the backbone of my work, to bond with other women in sisterhood, to offer the hand of peace and understanding to those who have misunderstood us, to engage in critical thinking and holistic debate that takes the bigger picture into account rather than focusing on the isolated details that keep us at each other’s throats.The exhibition/event THE LONDON STYLE TRIBE TRIBUTE SHOW is going to be held at the wonderful Resistance Gallery in Poyser Street , Bethnal Green on the 17th/18th September, Saturday and Sunday, from 5pm to 1am each day. There will be large portraits, wearable art, a catwalk with a difference, showcasing 6 original alternative designers, spoken word, stand up, live music including the wonderful Featherz ( Saturday ) and anarchistwood ( Sunday ) plus a very special act to be announced. It’s all terribly , terribly exciting. I can’t wait to see you all there.



I am an artist

It was when my mother told me I would never be an artist , I could only copy , when I showed her a fairly competent drawing at the age of eight, that it was set that anger would be my creative fuel further down the road of life. I would be the only pupil at secondary school banned ( by arrangement by my mother) from doing compulsory art , and would then go on to have my funding pulled , resulting in having to leave my art college education half way into my second year. My tutors wanted me to sue my mother so I could finish my education. But my mother was no ordinary mother so I took it as a sign she was right: no point. I was never going to be an artist.13680935_10154378275310148_183367400034134449_n
I went on to marry an artist who I met at a neighbouring art school and settled down to the challenges of parenthood fairly soon after. This was comforting for me as it distanced me from a turbulent time in my recent past , having survived being groomed and abused by a paedophile and consequently going on to be used as a fuck toy by many men. To be in a marriage told me I had worth as at this phase of my life, I knew my worth was gained through male approval. Being busy as a mother kept me from going to dark places. I made soft sculptures as I couldn’t paint ( because kids ). That artist in me just wouldn’t listen to sense. She kept insisting on raising her annoying head and teasing me. Instead of being an artist , I became a children’s entertainer/puppeteer, running my own successful puppet business. I told myself I was still creative. After sixteen years , in 2000, instead of the Millenium bug ending the world, my marriage and consequently my world ended .
I had a breakdown , now I look back , I can see it clearly. Abusive relationships, having my nose broken, running outside naked hiding from the cars… yes, I vaguely remember it. My children kept me just this side of being sectioned. I knew I had to hold it together for them.
13 years later I found myself sitting on a stool being interviewed on camera for StyleLikeU
IMG_8529removing layers of clothing and stripping back layers of emotional baggage, revealing my most inner thoughts and memories. The first question: What does your style say about you?
I answered: I’m an artist.
You see, I made it here. I allowed the artist in me to come out and thrive. The death of my beloved father was the moment that knew I had to do it now. I had to live authentically because otherwise I would die with regret.
Working out my mother was a narcissist and could not see me for who I was , just as competition , allowed me to quiet the voice in my head that I would never be an artist. That was her fear, not my reality. I didn’t feel loved by her not because I was unloveable, but because she couldn’t love. Things then fell into place. I found feminism,(or did it find me?) and it gave me a structure and a passion that fuels my artistic vision.

I’m now making wearable art and am soon to exhibit paintings of my beautiful friends wearing it. ( September 17th and 18th, at the Resistance Gallery, Bethnal Green).

I am now an artist . Strike that, I have always been one.

The Gucci Gift

We are in the middle of a war but we just can’t be bothered to fight. The enemy we are fighting is apathy. Well, I believe so anyway.

I don’t know about you, but all I see around me are people who have given up, given up and given in to going along with what ‘they’ tell us. I don’t blame anyone for taking this path. It is the path of least resistance. When life is hard, when you struggle everyday just to pay your rent, put food on the table for yourself and or your family, I can’t blame anyone for keeping to the essentials and letting things ‘out there’ just slide. I’m going to get a little political and say this is down to Neo Liberalism that informs us that we are islands and as long as we are okay, then never mind about the rest, that as Margaret Thatcher famously suggested ‘there is no such thing as society”

Professor Gail Dines explores this connection and how it affects us in this speech she gave at the Feminism in London Conference a while back. It’s really worth a listen.

When our government punishes the most vulnerable, by cutting disability living allowances ( affecting many of my dear friends) , celebrates the fall in unemployment when actually all that is happening is that more people are prepared to work for zero hours contracts and unpaid internships ( exploitation) or there are people like me, who are self employed, trying to find their own way of making money without any security of holiday /pension or sick pay, there is little wonder that we feel disenfranchised. We , the little people, feel powerless as we watch the rise of the super rich , making London their playground. Relentless gentrification pushes out the ‘unsavoury’ element whilst stealing their cool.

We are all suffering from the disease of disconnection. We mourn the loss of intimacy in our relationships as we consume more and more pornography. We are becoming separate from each other : the divide and conquer rule has almost had us beaten. Almost.

Take a look at the photo at the top of this post. It is of a cushion cover I embroidered for my living room with a quote by the wonderful Alice Walker. ” The most common way people give up their power  is thinking they don’t have any.” We have power, we’ve just been infected by apathy , telling us we don’t. Of course the media is helping, there’s recently been a massive uprising of protest in France after the Socialist government made sweeping changes to employment law. The pictures of this protest that popped up on social media were impressive, the streets were filled with people coming together to protest. NO official media channel reported it. We had to rely on the people’s media: the Internet to even hear about it.

So what’s this got to do with Gucci , I hear you ask? ( referencing the title of this blog post). Well , a few days ago I noticed that Gucci’s latest catwalk collection that was shown in Westminster Abbey bore a striking resemblance to my own aesthetic , as a maker of wearable art. I looked into this further to also discover that the same designer for the same collection, had launched a concept bag where the customer could choose elements to decorate a Gucci bag .

This stung. I had been doing this for over a year , as a way of helping my fans have an affordable way of having a bit of the Diane Goldie aesthetic. Of course, the bags weren’t Gucci. When you sell them for under £100 , this is a given. This was far too much of a coincidence to just be coincidence. I felt sick. A magazine article confirmed my fears:

The collection had been ‘inspired’ by British ( London) subcultures and there was even a mention of ‘tribe’.

Reaction amongst my friends was fairly consistent. There seemed to be a general feeling of annoyance but tinged with ‘you should be flattered’. I didn’t feel flattered. I felt rage.

I know why I feel rage. This is political. This is because we are trained to just accept this exploitation ( because of course , besides there being virtually no protection of copyright in fashion ,  as a small fry, I’d have no hope in hell of suing the big boys). I have a very smart friend, Dannie-Lu Carr,  who has addressed the root of this problem , the need for constant turnover in creative arts , leading to theft of concepts and aesthetics , calling it the Hypercycle. Here is her Ted X talk explaining it.

I am by no means the first and won’t be the last to be victim of this syndrome but I’m not going to just lie back and ‘be flattered’.


What I intend to do is to take this rage and to use it to put on a protest art event during London fashion week in September that focuses on this exploitation of the little folk. We may be small fry, but there are LOTS of us. Lots of us , all singing together will make a BIG noise.

I’m going to paint portraits of my friends, many of them creatives themselves, wearing my aesthetic to cement it in art and in time as my art. There will be a #fuckfashion show and other art events focusing on raising awareness and kicking back. This is about the tribe coming together and saying HELL NO, WE MATTER.

There is a crowdfunding page to help us raise funds to secure the venue and pay for necessary costs of staging this. Could you help out?

I am an artist and artists have  free reign to say what they want in their work.

So thank you Gucci. You’ve woken up the latent beast in me and vanquished the dragon Apathy. I’m ready. Are you?

The Vaults happening was a training ground. Now it’s time to get serious.


UPDATE: Support from Urbanity Blog

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The World of Diane Goldie by Chelone Wolf photography

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Life’s a bitch when you’re a woman in drag or I was on the radio.

Last Tuesday evening , I did my very first radio interview with Resonance FM on the Circled A program , hosted by the lovely Yodet Gherez.

I didn’t know it at the beginning, but I was to go on and be a little controversial at the end.

Let’s just say I’m not Ru Paul’s biggest fan at the minute.  Pictures below illustrate key moments in the interview.


Take a listen to the 30 minute interview here:


Watch the StyleLikeU video here:StyleLikeU What’s Underneath

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Stripping back the layers

My time on StyleLikeU and ultimately why it wasn’t about me


It’s hard to know where to begin, this is such an emotional post. You’d better get a cup of tea/gin and tonic and prepare for a long one. There’s no room for platitudes or pretentiousness right now, this shit is real. I suppose I should do the trigger warning thing, except I don’t actually believe in it. The way life is right now, it needs a giant trigger warning slapped all over it. But that’s for another time.

Okay so I got asked to do this interview where you talk about your vulnerabilities including your body image while you remove layers of clothing. As those of you who follow my blog know, I’m mostly talking about clothes and in my case, wearable art. Well , this time, for a change, I was asked to talk about What’s Underneath which is , most conveniently what this project is called . The mother and daughter team , Elisa and Lily , who are the driving force behind the style and body acceptance blog, StyleLikeU have taken their own exploration of body issues and dis-ease within this current system and turned it into a worldwide phenomenon. I take my hat ( and the rest of my clothes ) off to them. They  are beautifully ,empathically subversive in their quest for a kinder way of people regarding themselves and each other.

I can’t lie, I was initially sceptical about the project. As a feminist (grrr) who has publicly spoken out against objectification issues with women, I thought the idea of removing my clothing on camera was going to be counter productive to my personal campaign for women to be be regarded more than just the body and image. So I researched the project. All I can say is a few piles of screwed up tissues later , I’d changed my mind completely. What I saw were humans in their fullness, talking beautifully openly while stripping away layers of clothing ( and emotional armour). It was beautiful and yes, empowering. ( I shudder to even use that word , it’s been so overused, but this time, it really was). So to cut a long story short, I ended up on a stool in a posh Battersea house baring my soul and taking off my clothes for the world to see.

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I thought this kimono I made for myself was appropriate for speaking while being vulnerable.

I think at this point it would be useful to watch the final result.

So, as you see, there were a few tears shed during the process. If you listen closely at the end I make reference to magical synchronicity connection during the interview. What you don’t see/hear is what I was referring to when saying that.

The interview was scheduled for a Monday in December. Something came up last minute and it had to be resheduled for the Wednesday, the day the team were going to be jetting off back to New York. ( This was their first foray into international episodes, starting with a group of 8 women in London). So I came back on the Wednesday to squeeze my one in very last minute. During the long interview ( which was edited down to 11 minutes, how I’ll never know , it was quite brilliantly done. ) I spoke about the death of my dear dad. Anyone who knows me knows just how much of an impact his death, 3 years ago, made in my life. Anyway, I was shedding  a few tears speaking of my love for him and I was gently asked when exactly did he die. I sat on the stool working out just how long it had been. I said,” 2 and a half… maybe 3 years soon…hold on , what’s the date today? ” Well, you’ve guessed it , I sat on the stool as the growing realisation hit me that it was the third anniversary of my dad’s death that very day. Cue more tears as the poignancy of that moment sunk in. It’s like he arranged it all. He probably did, knowing my dad. He would have thought it funny.  Daddy

The video aired and I watched it for the first time with my partner, Angel , sitting next to me ( yes , he is a real angel, I believe in angels yes I do). I was rather nervous , as you might expect as I felt my lovely partner’s anxiousness , he shared my initial reticence about the project, being a very protective sort of person. We watched it and when it came to the ‘he loved the bones of me  and still  does” bit , I burst into tears. What a weird experience that was watching myself cry and crying at that… Well, he was very proud of me and delighted at the outcome of the video, declaring it really good. I think I even got a kiss. ( But that’s private haha). Both of my daughters responded very positively to it too, but my granddaughter won’t be watching until she’s MUCH older.

What I didn’t expect was what happened next.

A mountain of messages came my way, from teenage girls, young men, all the way through to women in their 60s. All speaking of how they had related to my video in different ways. I got permission to share some with you anonymously so you can gauge just how much this affected me:


I’m not writing to commission you, but this seemed like the best way to get in contact with you so I hope this is ok! I saw your interview with stylelikeu and it struck a chord with me that I really wasn’t expecting it to. I clicked on it because I watch all their videos and the title seemed intriguing but it was when you spoke about your experience at 13 that it caught my emotions off guard in a sense. I’m 18 now and in my first year of college, but from about the age of 14-16 I had a very similar experience with a 25-27 year old. I thought we were in love that he was my boyfriend and that it was my job to make him happy, basically. And like you I didn’t know how to say no. Even though it’s obviously such a tough subject, it was actually refreshing in a way to hear you talk about it, if that doesn’t sound crazy. I think this experience actually happens to a lot of young girls, and that makes me sick to my stomach but I think it’s true. The uniqueness of that experience though that makes it so rarely actually spoken about is a mixture of a lot of things, but for me it’s the weird sense of shame that’s associated with it. Because at the time it felt consensual you know? You chose this and you were in love, etc. Of course this is completely untrue because even if the 13 year old thinks it’s okay, it’s pedophelia and it’s rape and it’s a crime. But for me at least, it left me with this feeling like I deserved it and it was my fault and that I didn’t belong in the victim club. I had the residual damage and feelings of a sexual abuse victim but I felt like I wasn’t allowed to call myself one. Not to mention the whole affair was largely a secret so even if I wanted to talk about it and cope, I can’t because I really don’t want anyone past 2 or 3 people in my life who I trust deeply to know. Sorry if spilling a part of my life story at you wasn’t something you really signed up for, but I just felt in my heart that I /had/ to try and write you because I’ve never seen a woman talk about that before and to see someone who’s been through so much and who has grandchildren and a sense of self and years of experience bring it up is so…. I can’t describe the feeling but it makes me feel like I’m not crazy. And that what happened to me is real but in the way that it’s real and it’s sad but the blame is not on me. Anyways I don’t really have a very good closing statement to this, other than thanking you for being brave enough and bold enough to publicly talk about that and that you’ve really helped me by being a stepping stone in my journey of dealing with my experience. I’m emailing you from an account I haven’t used in years just because of the paranoia of this email being associated or somehow leaked with my real name. Regardless, thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart.


” Thanks for speaking. Everyday I learn to love myself more because of the honest women. Your personal history sings to the tune of my own and I’m sure there is  a whole chorus of us who are drawing a lot of power from you..”


“…it’s scary as I’m only 17 and have a wild story already. My sex life has been very similar to yours. At 14 I was drinking a lot and I slept with many people. I thought I was special because older men wanted to have sex with me. I thought I was being worshipped like some sex Goddess. But in reality, as you said, they were paedophiles.  There were 30 year old men who I thought I had some sort of spiritual connection with, which is bullshit. It was pretty much Stockholm Syndrome. I was so depressed that I’d feel worth something as long as someone was attracted to me. ”

This young woman went on to say she’d found someone who loved her unconditionally already and was well on the route to loving herself properly. A happy ending !

” Hi , I just watched your stylelikeuvideo and it spoke to me so much. I was abused multiple times from 13-17 and hearing you speak validated so many of my own views  and opinions …”


” I watched your video on StyleLikeU and almost began crying. Your story struck a chord with me because I was sexually abused around the same age that you were…”

This young woman went on to say she reported her rapes at 22 and got a conviction. Kudos to you warrior sister.


The messages went on and on. I barely left my desktop all week as the messages had to be replied to, so much personal bravery needed a response. Then of course there are all the YouTube comments. I was so afraid of them. I have seen how toxic YouTube can be but a miracle occurred. Only a tiny bunch of comments were negative. The overwhelming response was positive in the extreme, so many people commenting like the messages I was receiving , saying how they shared my story.

There was  a common message running through all of these messages: of the normality of paedophilia. So many young people ( men included ) were sending me accounts of their abuse as children  but not realising it was abuse up until watching me talk about mine. It took me almost 40 years to have my own realisation, so little wonder.The mind hides stuff from us that we cannot process without dealing in too much pain. Until we are ready , that is. ( Disclaimer: I am aware that women can be sexual abusers too. It’s just that the overwhelming majority happen to be male, not to discount anyone who has been sexually abused by a woman. We are all human, we are all capable of doing wrong to others)

So where is the outrage from the good men who aren’t taking advantage of school aged children for their sexual kicks? I’d urge all men who really want to take this pain and do something about it to watch this video. The wonderful Jackson Katz explains all:


So that was the abuse issues. Interestingly , one person commented saying that ‘This woman has  had psychological issues all her life’ . When we speak of our pain, there is an attempt to silence. Always. Of course I’ve had issues since I was 13. That’s what happens when you are victimised. That is the consequence of abuse. I will not go away. I will not be quiet. I encourage all those who resonate with me to do the same. Sing out! It wasn’t your fault.

I wrote a poem a few years back that was dedicated to a sister friend who had found the courage to report her abuse in later life and had experienced a massive shift in stress and emotional issues afterward. Her life changed overnight. I am so proud of her so I dedicate this again to her. She knows who she is.

Sing Your Song Sweet Sister : A poem about changing the world through truth telling.

Sing Your Song Sweet Sister

Sing your song sweet sister
Sing it loud and clear
Don’t be afraid to tell your truth
To anyone who’s near
Sing your song sweet sister
Sing it deep and low
Sing about your sorrow
Let your sadness flow

We will hear you sister
We will feel your pain
We will share your sadness
And help you heal again.

Your song will be our song
Our stories are all the same
We share a commonality
We share a common pain
We hide our common injuries
Behind a wall of shame
It’s time to break that wall down
It’s time to place the blame.

We were blameless victims
We didn’t ask for this
We didn’t ask for violence
Or that stolen kiss
We didn’t want to be property
Or just another thing
To be used, abused and spit out
So sing sweet sister, sing!

Let them hear our anger
Let them hear our pain
Let them feel their part in this
As we sing out with no shame
Let’s all join our voices together
Into an angry choir
Let us start to change things
Let’s set our hearts on fire.

So sing your song , sweet sister
I believe in you.
And the next sister that hears your song
Will believe in you too.
Then she will sing her own song
And so it will go on
Until we are all singing
as one.

Sing your song sweet sister
Sing your bitter sweet song.


I’ll leave discussion on body image for another blog post. I think I’m done for now.








My Manifesto For Mayor of London and Humanity

These words express exactly how I feel. Please read the link below, written by my gorgeous warrior woman friend and sister from another mister, Deborah Hodge who is trying to enter the mayoral race for leadership of London. A maverick, a political animal, a beautiful creative, a great woman, Deborah is that boy who cried ” But the King, he has no clothes!”.


Source: My Manifesto For Mayor of London and Humanity

More is More! Make a Maximal Impact.

On Thursdays I often head out East to London’s Spitalfield’s Market to meet with my dear friend Sue Kreitzman and have a coffee and wander around the delightfully eclectic flea market. If you haven’t been, you really must , if you like a good treasure hunt.

This time was going to end up with me taking home the most delightfully camp fabric ever. Sue was gifted this fabric by one of the stall holders who has been one of Sue’s biggest fans for a long time. ( Sue is our goddess, if you meet her, you’ll understand) Here is the lovely stall holder holding up the fabric in question. sequinned fabric

See what I mean? It was an absolute confection of sequin fabric, in shades of turquoise , pink and purple with a touch of black and silver. Very heavy, I wondered what Sue would do with it. Well, Sue gave it to me and asked me to make her a kimono out of it. Hmm, this was going to be different to the usual kimonos.

I decided I was going to use the sequin fabric for front and back of the kimono and team it with Dutch Wax print in my stock for the sleeves , trim and pockets to make sure it was comfortable to wear. Sequins are sparkly but they can be awfully scratchy if you get them on a seam.

I had no intention of putting any image on the back of this one. After all, it was so sparkly to start with. I didn’t want to overdo it , did I? As soon as I had these thoughts , I laughed out loud to myself. I had to remember I was making something for Sue, who coined the phrase ‘More is More’ . So I found one of Sue’s gorgeous embellished paintings of an angel cat sitting on a woman’s head ( well of course)

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and decided that the colours would work really well. I couldn’t completely replicate the painting as it was covered in buttons and buttons and sequins would make this garment far too heavy to wear, so I decided to make a version of my own, using Sue’s artwork as the inspiration.

I could have painted my version on fabric and then appliqued it , but my eye caught some very glittery black lurex in one of my fabric boxes in the studio and an idea started to brew. I was going to use the sparkliest fabrics in my collection to create this image. i reached for the gold holographic fabric, the deep orange gold fabric, silver and purple holographic, took out my scissors and began to cut out the shapes, drawing with the scissors as I cut. Instead of rows of yellow buttons for the hair, I used strips of holographic gold fabric and made them into radiating rays . I sewed them all down  (breaking a few needles in the process) and embroidered the details in a deep pink. So here is the result:

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The applique process left a charming drawing on the inside of the garment:DK13

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The strange thing that happened with this kimono is that with the addition of other sparkles , it toned the original sequinned fabric right down. How odd. I love how rich the kimono ended up . I gave the kimono a deep base border in neon lights Dutch Wax print to make sure it didn’t end up scratching the legs or catching on tights; beautiful and practical.


I can’t wait to see Sue wearing it!

A Bouquet with a difference

An alternative way of saying it with flowers.

I was contacted a week ago asking if I could make a neckpiece suitable for wearing at a wedding. It was to be in shades of dusky pink and purple and include butterflies and bugs. This was not the time to be including any of my favourite skulls, this time the neckpiece was to be full of life and nature.

It was in contrast to a collar recently made for a friend who had recently lost her mother. Claires collar 1Claires collar 2

She had asked me to make a collar especially for the funeral, featuring red roses, butterflies and tiny skulls. This was a particularly poignant piece for me as I started on this wearable art journey soon after my own father passed.


To construct this neckpiece to be worn at the wedding, I gathered together all of my favourite flowers and butterflies in suitable shades to fit the colour palette along with some beautiful gold textured fabric . I do love a bit of gold and sparkle. I also included a few small artificial flowers to add a 3D element to the design. I love the look of the pinned sketches , they are so blowsy and overblown. The construction process tames them a little but the addition of sequins and beads adds back the drama. pinned Janice

Once pinned and approved by the client I then go ahead and sew down the various elements and join it all together. A few broken needles later  and a few hours of hand beading and sequinning , this is the result:

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For enquiries about the bespoke process , email me here

Dripping Leather and the art of the 80s Vampire movie

Wrap yourself in your passions!

After completing the hand painted leather jacket for the wonderful Vince Kidd (  see previous blog post for details )   I was asked to paint another leather jacket. This one for a lovely man called Lewis. The joy of making wearable art is that you can completely tailor a garment to reflect the wearers passions , and Lewis’s passion is the 80’s Vampire movie starring Kiefer Sutherland called The Lost Boys. I’m old enough to remember it the first time round and I must confess, I rather liked it

What is it about the vampire story that captures the imagination? The mean and moody atmosphere and aesthetic in the film was a perfect complement to the rock and roll cool of a leather jacket. I couldn’t wait to start!

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I started by blocking in the main parts of the design in white and filling in where I needed the red , with the quote in red paint.

Lewis wanted me to include the quote from the film: Sleep all day , Party all night, Never grow old, Never die  a rock and roll quote if ever I’ve seen one. The lightning bolts were to give a jolt of electricity to the design and instead of flames licking the bottom of the jacket and cuffs, I was going to paint red , as if the leather itself was dripping into blood , a strange concept but I think fairly effective. LB edgesThe front was to be a little less dramatic with a few strategically placed details referencing the film.

So here is the finished jacket , first the front:LB front

and the back


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I was pretty pleased the way the design worked out. I love the way that Kiefer’s stare engages the person viewing the jacket from behind. It’s very suitably confrontational.

From a distance the design appears to be in black white and red, but on closer inspection , a very subtle colour palette is revealed. LB back detail1LB back detail 2

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Here are details of the front of the jacket: LB shoulderLB take out

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I hope Lewis has many hours of happiness being wrapped in his own passions. He tells me he plans to wear it on a trip to Las Vegas. How exciting!

If you have a leather jacket  you’d like me to customise and hand paint, do get in touch.

Leather jacket enquiries here