It was all go go go on Thursday night: I finished my first styling day for Club Monaco at Browns on South Molton Street at 7pm, and then whizzed off to King’s Cross for the huge opening party of the St Pancras Renaissance hotel, followed by a dash to Sketch for the (very good) intimate party to celebrate the re-launch of Esquire UK, under new editor Alex Bilmes.
Sketch was packed with what surely must have been every senior fashion publicist in London plus obligatory credible faces (Lily Allen, Burberry boy Douglas Booth etc) and, after four years out of England, it felt like I was walking into a room filled with everyone I have ever met in my entire UK magazine career.
It was a very different beast of an event from the extravaganza going on at the St Pancras Renaissance up the road. As we arrived, there was a full male acapella choir out front singing Thriller, photographers in a snapping frenzy and lines of eager guests jostling for entry.
I was tempted by the promise of the grandiose interiors, and R wanted to see the grand staircase where The Spice Girls gyrated in Wannabe…fortunately following a £150million renovation, it’s just as extraordinarily gothic & gold-leafed inside as we had hoped. Betjeman called the building “too beautiful and too romantic to survive” amongst the ever rising concrete tower blocks of the capital, (he led a successful protest in the 1960s to save it from demolition), and it remains a classic piece of High Victorian architecture punctuating the rather grim King’s Cross skyline.
We drank Perrier-Jouet and astonishingly found ourselves gravitating towards this section of the party,
(a most nutritious supper as I think you’ll agree), before hopping off to Sketch. (We missed Jamie Cullum’s set & the arrival of Ed Westwick.)
The hotel is now open, as is Marcus Wareing’s restaurant within, The Gilbert Scott. It’s all well worth a visit…