Craig McGeady

From the simple majesty of Umbrellas of Cherbourg, to the enticements of Belle de Jour, through the twisted lust of The Hunger right up to the whimsy of 8 Women Catherine Deneuve has been a constant pleasure and clear example of the elegance bestowed in a slight flick of the wrist or turn of a mop of tussled blonde hair. For my undying admiration and wealth of respect for a true icon of cinema I must possess a small token of a career that has spanned continents, decades, emotional landscapes and adolescent fantasies.