My mom has been meaning to go to the Paul Smith exhibition held at the Design Museum for aaaages. We finally had some free time the other day to go pay a visit to the master of stripes and then walked around the South Bank to grab food at the Borough Market.
Outfit that day:
It was supposed to be a sunny day. We got off the tube at Tower Hill and crossed the Tower Bridge to get to the Design Museum. Where was the sun?
We played tourists a bit as it was probably only the second time in my life I was crossing that bridge (the first time being on a school trip when I was about 10 and living in France, so that was a while ago): the Belfast, the City Centre, the Shard (which has a restaurant up there with one of the best views of London – I gots to go!).
I must admit, I was a bit disappointed to not feel the St Patrick’s vibe (it was March 17th) but the green balloons reassured me.
The South Bank eastbound is really as nice as what I had seen, strolling with Julien the other day but westbound. It’s not very crowded but really pretty, and all the terraces which give on the water make you dream of summer.
We arrived at the Design Museum, super excited about the exhibition.
The first thing we saw was the very first shop owned by Paul Smith, in Nottingham, which probably deserved the name of “shoe box”: 3×3 square meters! Whaaaaat??!!
The other door of the model of the shop gives to a really long room, or should I say gallery of all the paintings, photos, portraits, quotes (all framed) collected by the designer.
I tried to recapture one of them with my mom.
You can even have your own photo with Paul Smith!
Another room was dedicated to how you can find inspiration, Paul Smith style. It was a bit disturbing with all those screen twirling around and they even warn you at first you can get a headache.
The next room was a replica of the studio room where Paul Smith and his team work on the designs. It was… messy! You realise ideas come from messiness, when things are too straight, organised, tyrannised, well an original one can hardly pop out! What I learnt from this exhibition was mostly that ideas really come from ANYTHING. A recorded tape of Paul Smith was playing and he explains how he gets ideas from the colours he likes in a children’s book, or the photo of a monument that he will just print on the back of a jacket. ANYTHING! I must look into that more – I am horribly organised…
Then, on to collaborations! We saw some really funny things ^^
Check out that kill ass wall!
And we had an insight of how a Paul Smith shop is made and photos of some of his shops across the world. Nothing like that Hollister shop which defies geography when you walk in it because you could be in New York, White City, Regent’s Street, Rome, it always looks the same. No… Paul Smith praises singularity! Each store is one of a kind and it’s amazing. It may be the same brand, the same designer, but it has its own soul. This is rather inspiring.
We had the chance to see a variety of collections – for both men and women – where artists were already trying to reproduced the designs on their sketchbooks.
The exhibition ends on a mini film of the Paul Smith fashion show in Paris for this season! It is amazing to see the all the work and effort put to achieve such a show. I was a particular fan of the cat walk in a U shape.
We left from where we entered, but yet with more inspiration and admiration.
I truly recommend to check it out, it ends in June so there’s plenty of time and it’s really worth it. Plus, if you are as lucky as us with the weather, you can follow our footsteps as we strolled on the South Bank ;)
We kept playing tourists until we reached the Borough Market.
Once there, we were torn between all the food stands, not knowing what to get for lunch!
We decided to opt for some nougat – for dessert – and a cheese and olive bread straw – for appetisers.
We couldn’t resist trying food every time we had the opportunity and my mom got a beef pie from Pieminister while I was still deliberating.
Unfortunately, we weren’t aware of the opening times and it turns out, on Mondays, not all the shops are open… So we’re definitely going back! But yh, show up on a Thursday or a Friday – I presume it’s super duper busy on Fridays. You’ll love it!
Now after all this, you tell me why you don’t want to live in London.