Here they are!
Every picture tells a story: Diana’s getting the fuck out, Mary can’t sing but can look reeeeeeally pretty while Flo demonstrates the sort of bad-arse attitude that got her chucked out of (real-life Dreamgirls) The Supremes in the first place.
But never mind that. After the record-breaking (yes, really!) success of the V&A’s Kylie exhibition (there’s life in them old knickers yet), our favourite museum in the whole wide world is taking on Motown’s finest (well, depends who you’re talking to), The Supes, as in Diana Ross and The Supremes…
The exhibition, which has been put forward as evidence of the further dumbing down of the V&A (honey, once you’ve done Kylie, there’s no further down to dumb), starts next year and will no doubt feature some sky-high wigs, some very fabulous outfits with lots of bugle beads and marabou and maybe some kicky Mary Quant-esque mini dresses, perhaps with a white patent leather boot with a big buckle.
‘I want to show beautiful things beautifully,’ said a Mr. Mark Jones, director at the V&A when it was put to him that maybe The Supremes costumes don’t reach the giddy design heights of some broken up bits of Iranian pottery and an urn. ‘I’m bored with the idea that people should only go to a museum to be better educated. Why shouldn’t they go for pure pleasure?’
We like this man and find him clever. And want to go to the opening party to drink champagne with Diana. Sorry, Miss Ross.