It’s Sunday again everyone and I’m back with a Netflix documentary series.
Last year we had Beckham, about David Beckham, this year we have Victoria Beckham, about his wife the artist formerly known as Posh Spice who is now a fashion designer. As it’s framing device this is focussing on the fashion business in the run up to a big show at Paris Fashion Week.
Now I’m not going to lie, this is no where near as good as the first one. We’ve covered the contours of Posh n Becks life together in the first doc and so there are times when there is not a lot of new to say. There is a lot about her fashion brand and if you were reading newspapers or online gossip pages when she started that up you will remember the suggestions that Roland Mouret was doing all the work, and she (and Roland) have Things To Say about that. And of course if you’ve been following the Family Drama, you will spot the notable absence of Brooklyn from the documentary, but it’s never discussed – and he wasn’t at Windsor Castle this week when David was knighted so it’s clearly all still going on.
If you’ve watched the first one, the second one is worth watching for contrast and completeness, but if you haven’t then watch the first one instead. No memes will be spawned by this new one…
We had a lovely day out in London yesterday – with a nice meal and a show but also an unplanned trip to the National Portrait Gallery where we went to their exhibition The Face Magazine: Culture Shift. And I’ve rushed this to the top of the Sunday post list because it’s only got two weeks to go before it closes.
So if you haven’t come across The Face before, it is a culture, fashion and style magazine that was originally from 1980 to 2004 and was revived and relaunched in 2019. I only remember the 1990s onwards era – and even then it’s somewhat hazily because I was a mainstream pop girl, and The Face was very much cooler than I was. But its influence on contemporary culture was huge.
In the 1980s it was the first publication that really covered the Blitz Kids and the club culture that became the New Romantic movement. It wrote about the clubs, the people at the clubs and the fashion that they wore, and then it photographed the bands that came out of it. In the early years the photographers were mainly young and scrappy, often self-taught and just doing what they wanted to without referring to the history or grammar of photography. And so their photos looked different – and they changed what was out there. And then in the 90s they were all about the indie and Britpop groups and they are basically responsible for the career of Kate Moss – she was the face of The Face – as well as launching the careers of tonnes of models and photographers.
This has got a whole load of amazing images along with their backstories and shows why and how the magazine was a disruptor and how it influenced the photography and graphic design of today. If you weren’t around or there it’s hard sometimes to appreciate how different what they were doing was -and if there is a weakness of the exhibition it’s that there are no equivalent images from other magazines to compare The Face’s stuff to because what they were doing then can seem so mainstream for what we see today. But it really wasn’t.
If you get a chance to go and see it before it closes, it is pricey (but what exhibitions aren’t though) but for me it was worth it.
This week in Not a Book it’s (yet) another Netflix documentary. I’m sorry. I do try to mix it up a bit, but they’ve had a really good run and it’s what I’ve been watching this week. DOn’t worry though, I have other plans for next week and maybe the week after. I hope.
Anyway this latest pick is a four-part look at the life and career of David Beckham. It’s a decade or so since he retired now, but at his peak he was one of the best footballers in the world, as well as being one of the first footballers to become a truly global brand. He also married Posh Spice aka Victoria Adams at the height of both his and her fame. I mean if you haven’t heard of Posh and Becks, I don’t nkow where you’ve been for the last twenty five years, although these days it’s understandable if you know her mostly for her fashion line and him for… well being him.
It’s actually been really interesting in the office the last week or so trying to explain to people how big the Beckhams were at their peak. Really difficult. I’m old enough that I was there the first time – the World Cup 98 sending off, the purple suits and thrones at the wedding, the whole Rebecca Loos situation, everything. I don’t know that there is a modern day analogy really. Anything they did was front page news. Things they didn’t do were news. Victoria’s look was copied everywhere, David’s hair likewise – especially the bleached mohawk for the 2002 World Cup (How is that 21 years ago!). I think you get a bit of a sense of that from the documentary, but it’s really hard to convey. In a pre-smartphone world, they had cameras watching their every move, and the hunger for gossip or news about them was unquenchable.
Anyway, this has got all the access you could want (unless you want them to talk about the affair rumours) and has a sense of humour about it all. David is seen pottering around his outdoor kitchen cooking a single mushroom. Victoria is pretty frank about football (she doesn’t like football, but she likes watching David play football) and David’s teammates are also pretty frank about him. It’s hilarious in places – in the trailer you can see the bit where David says he doesn’t change, immediately followed by Fergie saying that he changed, and it’s not the only time it pulls that sort of trick. Roy Keane’s talking heads are consistently brilliant, as is Gary Neville on clubbing. Each episode is more than an hour long and they go by fast. It’s at its best when dealing with the early days and the Manchester United peak (partly because of those great talking heads from the teammates) but some of the Madrid and LA era stuff is good too. It’s not the whole story, but it is enough of the story that you come away feeling happy and as you’ve had a laugh you don’t mind.