14 June 2010

Daphne , "IZZY" & LochinVar

Daphne Guinness, art and fashion collector, has bought privately the entire Isabella Blow wardrobe that was to have been sold by Christie’s in the autumn.

 “It’s Issy — it’s her DNA — it should not be scattered to the four winds,” says Ms. Guinness. “I want it to remain as a monument.” from the NYTIMES HERE

This statement by DG --- It is her DNA-
Yes, It is her skin shed within her armor  that was fashion- ISABELLA BLOW, wore it well & valiantly.

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,
Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"
"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; --
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide --
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."
The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, --
"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.
So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a gailiard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "'twere better by far
To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."
One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.
There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?

-Sir Walter Scott

Daphne Guiness-  LOCHINAR
Izzy's knight in shining armor.


  1. A demonstration of noble grace.

  2. I was hoping Daphne would keep it intact... this is wonderful!

  3. Yes, agreed. Nice to see that the collection will remain intact. Hope it ends up in museum collection one day.

  4. ditto all, and especially balsamfir

    (gaye, you have such a way about you of saying it just so and getting right to the sweet true heart of the matter)

  5. Yes, well done.
    & thank you Victoria

  6. Valiant is the best word to describe Isabella Blow.

    Thank you for Lochinvar. Did it remind you of The Graduate somehow?

  7. Thank you, Daphne Guinness!

  8. Ditto above... Wonderful. And yes Pgt, thank you for Lochinvar xx

  9. How absolutely fabulous. DG is truly cool.

  10. Isabella Blow will forever be known for having had a great eye for spotting raw talent.

    But she was more than that; she was something rare & unique in fashion: she was an original.

  11. Anon. I so agree with you, have read her husband's bio. about her life-quite good and highly recommended. pgt

  12. Brava Daphne Guinness!!!

    Brava Pgt!

    Perfect poem!!

  13. Lochinvar...that´s my name.

  14. What a lovely post. I choked up. Sadly; at Isabella's tragic demise. Happily at Daphne's rescue of a truly wonderful collection.

    Bittersweet. My heart actually broke over Izzy's death! Daphne kept it together.




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