Mother would always tell me to stand up straight. I had therefore assembled a team of experts to tackle this problem. And it took Jeanne and Alex a few years and a dozen thousands of hours to correct my skeleton to make it straight.
As a young teenager I was privately sponsored by my grandparents to be first of my class and therefore I had quite an attitude towards my parents and my elite school. Dressed in Vivienne Westwood and Helmut Lang, age 14, I had no problem getting the grades in science, mathematics, literature, and everything else (except for geography my weakness). So, on my spare time I was always fomenting a revolution coup of some sort to take down the school and was a terrible influence on my fellow students. My parents had to summon me for meetings to literally ‘negotiate’ with me to be less of a troublemaker because, it’s true, I was two years younger than my classmates and then smaller (and also… I had an history with the police when I got arrested when I was nine) but still, I was changing my regular clothes in the staircases to some teenage gothic inspired looks, and even if I was reported on multiple occasions to my parents by the baker from the corner of the street or by the School Parent Association I couldn’t help but show up in morning class with makeup, home-made piercings or scarification.
The pressure on me was extreme but I got some moments of rest when it was my then boyfriend who ran away (he also got arrested by the police at eleven) and everybody was busy searching for him at night scared he would be abducted or something.
After two years of hard-clubbing, surrounded by drag-queens high on ecstasy, in the most dangerous parts of Paris where people used to get stabbed on the dance floor (I obviously became an expert at sneaking out) I passed with success the high school final exams at 16, took a year off and started working on my label at eighteen.
Age 5 mother would certainly not understand anything to my genius, and she wouldn’t let me finish my horse. She seemed in a hurry and for no reason there was school today she asked me to pack my little cardboard suitcase. Strange idea as there was trip planned Read More…
I was born in London in 1979. Age twenty, I intoxicated myself with a mix of magic mushrooms and codeine and fell into a coma. When I woke up I started drawing and made a career out of it. A couple of years later I launched an eponymous label Charles Anastase that became in two thousand and twenty one Charles Little Shop of Horrors READ MORE