Last week I started a pattern making course at Central Saint Martins. I chose this course because it takes place five minutes away from my office – no excuse for skipping classes. I had no idea how phenomenal the school’s new venue behind Kings Cross would be.
Just arriving there feels like walking through a science fiction film. The venue is so new it’s not even on Google Maps yet. The area is riddled with building works as Kings Cross is renovated. Men in orange suits are everywhere, day and night. Big machines are drilling, scaffolding and churned up mud abounds – the excitement and energy is palpable.
Then you arrive at the school. Oh my god. It’s like walking into the Tate Modern. The venue is a converted granary warehouse. Here’s one of the communal areas as the school was closing up for the night:
Here’s the studio I work in:
And the main stairwell:
I had no idea how inspiring bricks and mortar could be. I feel very, very lucky to be studying here – for ten weeks, at least.
Last night, my tutor hoiked my new V8548 coat onto a dummy and gave it an inspection. I mean, an inspection! Nervous, moi? It was fascinating. She was very complimentary, but immediately spotted that one shoulder stay was better than the other, that the arm holes had originally been too roomy, that I could have tweaked the arm pattern piece and that there were seams unmatched on the lining. But she congratulated me. ‘I wouldn’t try to make a coat,’ she said. Phew, I think I passed the test!
I’ll let you know how I get on with the rest of the course. But so far, the signs are good. Very good indeed…