CLARE CROGAN’S ALTERED IMAGES
The fascinating Clare Grogan sits next to me in a noisy restaurant, sipping coffee and twirling the beads around her neck.
“I just wanted to get to know her, really. She was just kind of fascinating.” —Director Bill Forsyth, explaining why he cast Clare Grogan in his film Gregory’s Girl.
The fascinating Clare Grogan sits next to me in a noisy restaurant, sipping coffee and twirling the beads around her neck. She’s dressed in baggy trousers rolled to the top of her white stockinged legs, a white frilly shirt, blue scarf, and shielding sunglasses: the picture of a modern British pop star. Stylish, unattainable, and very, very pretty. Clare replies to my numerous, occasionally impertinent questions with dry humor and a degree of self-deprecation; gently admonishing me for my overseriousness, feeding fairly good copy and barely concealing the fact that I’m missing the point by a mile.