I'd like to say how sorry I am to hear of Isabella Blow's untimely death.
I met her only a few times through my then flatmate- she came to our house in Camden and I accompanied him to hers on Theed Street. I thought she was incredibly glamorous, but she was also very down to earth and friendly, showing me her shoe collection in her bedroom all in see through display cases like pieces of art, and her cardboard dining table and chairs that she had bought because they looked amazing, even though if you sat on them they'd break!
She was I guess, what you would call a true English Eccentric- I can't imagine her being anything other than British, and I think that people like that brighten up life.
My thoughts go to her family.
Such a shock to hear that news. I saw her at the Opera House ages ago, and she was wearing a fantastic hat - I remember thinking it was a good job that her and her hat were in a box, and not obscuring the view of their shadows in the stalls.
Apart from the hats, she seemed to emanate a certain understated, reserved and aloof quality...a refereshing change from the usual fashion/celeb crowd. I had no idea she was a local.
My own experience of Isabella Blow was a bit more extreme. About 5 years ago she was part of a large group seated next to the table I was on, for dinner at La Tante Claire.
It was a very raucous party, with much alcohol and little food being consumed. She was in a trademark hat and half-veil.
At the end of the meal and late in the evening, she climbed onto the banquette seating and stood on the table to declaim some verses from what I believe was La Belle Dame Sans Merci, spun on her heel, and then passed out [or perhaps fainted?] before she could step back down, making a graceful (at least in the circumstances) slump from table to floor.
We were ushered out to complete our final course in the bar. As Jackie says, a true original.