As a subscriber to Esquire, I receive line-free versions of the magazine through my letterbox. Last month, the cover star was not either a most-lusted or most-wanted celeb, but the more understated but not underdressed Morph. He was the star of a fashion shoot, the first time he has been dressed, and his plasticine accessories (by Paul Smith, Gucci, Prada and Hermes, amongst others) were tailormade. The white leather gucci loafers were very cute.
And with Max Clifford like PR planning, he descended onto the Tate Modern for a very fashionable flash-mob to celebrate his mentor, the recently deceased Tony Hart. Tony (sadly without his sidekick, but with his agent) opened my degree show in the mid 90s and drew some pictures which were auctioned off for the college at the end of the private view. We have a frog at home somewhere.
Aardman Animations who look after Morph and Wallace and Gromit have severed their relationship with the Hollywood Sudios that funded films like Chicken Run, citing creative stiflement. Maybe its now the time to relaunch the very English superstar Morph back on our screens, but how long before he will be papped with crack and admitted to rehab?
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