_I don’t even know how to go about writing this, but I feel I have to do it immediately or I won’t be able to.
I just received notice that my dear friend Claire, owner of hands down the best independent book shop in London ‘Claire De Rouen Books’ has passed away. for those close to her we have known she has been sick for a while now, but it still comes as a shock. The 5′ nothing french fireball has been inspiring me personally since moving to London when I was 18, with her tiny, packed to the rafters store tucked away above a Soho sex shop, I used to go to paw over super rare Slimane or Weber publications or simply to get the latest issues of my favourite fashion publications. Up until that moment she was just the lovely lady who owned my favourite book store who always complimented my ridiculously pilled high hair styles. Then a few years ago, on a rainy afternoon I called in as port from the storm, Claire was alone in store, with her beautiful urderbite wielding dog pug Otis curled at her feet, we started chatting, about books, life, hair (obviously), clothes, photography, her upbringing, my upbringing, and the rest as they say is history. Since then I feel lucky enough to have been able to call Claire a dear friend, cemented a few seasons ago when we at the studio started to curate her shop windows (Limited poster print one of our first seen above). The last conversation we had, the middle of last week, Claire said to be that when she spoke to me, she was always reminded of something Bruce Weber once said to her “”there can be no creativity without love, whether that be another person, an animal, an object or simply what you, you must always love”. Well, today, Claire leaves us, but to be honest, she’ll never leave us, there will be a little bit of her love and passion sat in all of our bookcases, everytime we pull a certain publication/book or fanzine out, she’ll be there, her choice, her passion, her love.
You will be solely solely missed Claire,
an incredible person, an incredible inspiration, thank you for everything.
All my love,
ps. I promise to blog again soon, and not on such sad terms.