How London Fashion Week broke me, or, an update
So I’ve been a little AWOL – between running around to shows and lamenting my inability to get tickets for other shows, I’ve been, you know, doing my day job. So what does that mean? Getting up at 8am to …
So I’ve been a little AWOL – between running around to shows and lamenting my inability to get tickets for other shows, I’ve been, you know, doing my day job. So what does that mean? Getting up at 8am to write (and catch up on Downton Abbey, to be fair) before running to Somerset House for a show, then back home to write more, then out for dinner . . . this lark is exhausting! But you deserve a bit of a catch-up, so . . . where did we leave it? Ah . . . my succinct recap of Topshop Unique and celebs a-plenty. Well.
Topshop Unique didn’t overwhelm me. Afterwards, I thought about it a bit and figured, you know what? They have a particular audience and they need to play to that audience, but I didn’t feel like there was much going on that was, well, unique. I enjoyed the Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra references, and the Sophy Robson nails. But that was about it. (Amazing, incidentally, the nails, and on each model! Painstaking.)
After Topshop I mooched home and went for dinner in Bistrotheque, which was very delicious and very cool.
Today I had only an invite to Mark Fast, so I worked at home for the morning and then went into Somerset House. I bumped into Anouska, Lee and Francheska first and we had a coffee, and then I went to see what Fasty was all about for S/S 2012. (The celeb tally, by the way, was quite low; I spotted Grace Woodward and Eliza Doolittle on the front row, but that was about the extent of it.)
The clothes were gorgeous – especially the sunshine yellow and sunset orange knits – but several of the models had difficulty walking in their skintight knit maxis, which is never a great sign. These people walk for a living, yo’ – if they can’t make it work, how can us mere mortals be expected to?!
Last night it was dinner with Declan off Hoxton Square; today it’s Aquascutum, bemoaning the fact that I never heard back from Joanne Hynes (what about my fellow countrymen?!) and a few meetings to liven up the wind-down. Tomorrow? Menswear. (Licks lips.)
I’ll also do a photo diary, but I’ve done a textual diary for the newspaper on Wednesday, so you buy that, and then I’ll put up my leftovers! Over and out.
A quick read over that blog post and one thing is clear: I am very, very tired. My apologies, kittens; I promise I’ll have perked up by tomorrow.