I was given this book as a gift last Christmas, I was touch that the person had remember that I was one of the lucky people that had met Isabella Blow in London during the run up to London Fashion week 1998
I had spent a few intense day's in her company, eating at the most expensive restaurants in London, meeting people I would never see again and forced into a world I knew nothing about. She was so kind to me as I was clearly out of my depth and Issie's magnetic personality, wildness but more then anything eccentric charms would brush of on me lasting a life time.
I was transfixed through the pages I couldn't put the book down. She was a sheer volcano of creativity, drive and inspiration, but this came at a price Issie eventually burnt her she out both mentally and physically, determined to promote the people she believed in, making sure they realised how good they are.
Detmar Blow in this tribute to his wife demonstrates how their love developed through mutual inspiration to become an epic feat of emotional strength. He writes both facetiously and tragically as a social historian, not just about Issie but about life with in the two families
Towards the end I could feel Detmars pain but equally I know how Issie was feeling.. I was touched, I cried and then I remember the beauty of Isabella Blow
The woman's illness was tragic, but the woman herself was anything but!
see:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Blow-The-Story-Isabella/dp/0007353138/ref=pd_bzer_sl_nu_item_sim
