The natural conclusion that I have come away with after Pam Hogg's shop opening last night is that I need to stop chomping on so much crackling, bacon bits, toast and sugary vitamin drinks if I'm to look good in a Pam Hogg catsuit. I don't yank up the ol' subject of weight that often because to be frank, it's mostly irrelevant and Now/Heat/Ok/Hello/Hey/Ho already pollute the world by banging on about weight in the most grotesque ways anyway. Still, the heavy dosage of lycra, spandex and shiny mc shine coupled with the fact that Anouk Lepere was looking excessively glorious/glowing in her bit of Hogg Couture all naturally leads to the conclusion above.
The store itself is very to the point; a whole plethora of Pam's catsuits and a few pieces of Pam Hogg souvenirs (mugs, tees...plates???) but the joy of the pop-up for a month is the chance to meet the woman herself in the store and she might gab about the days gone by and what other cunning catsuit plans she has up her tight lycra sleeves in the future.
I loved that in the basement of the shop, she projected a sweet bit of footage of Pam Hogg and co at her original shop on Newburgh Street...
I also loved these contact sheet images of Pam and a model for her 1990 collection...
