A Whore’s Profession

A few weeks ago, my drama school celebrated its 85th anniversary. I went to the party, held at the National Theatre on London’s South Bank, one of my favo...

The cull

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions and I have probably laid a few paving stones on that road since I last wrote. No cooking from Nigella ex...

At Ease

So. I have given birth twice this year. Two books – one easy, one hard. The hard one is really twins, as my co-author and I wrote the book in English and then t...

The Nick of Time

I am in overdrive. Not only am I finishing the writing of a book, I am translating the parts already written while helping raise funds and sort legal and busine...

Home

The other day a friend asked me if I was lonely. I replied that I had always been lonely (aren’t we all to some extent?) but when I think about it I’...

Raise high the roof beam

My sister-in-law is pregnant. I am writing a book. The Visual Legacy Foundation is fundraising. Someone very dear to me is cutting through complicated emotional...

Tales worth telling

Michel Piccoli and Romy Schneider in Claude Sautet’s Les Choses de la Vie. When I was a teenager my parents took me to see an adviser to help me choose a ...

Images worth repeating

All my life I have collected pictures. I suppose we all do this in more or less conscious ways. I have collected mine mostly in secret, stocking the pond for my...