On the Saturday I went with the prevailing 1920s feel in an embroidered navy silk chiffon see through drop waist dress from Le Fou by Aritzia, which I bought in New York last November. I teamed it with grey Wolford opaques and cream Nicholas Kirkwoods.
Because it was pissing with rain, I wore my mother’s ravishing Philip Somerville hat, which she bought from his salon on Bond Street in 1974 for my sister’s christening. (She has always been devastatingly chic. Even on a very tight budget when we were little, she saved for the good stuff. There has never been a hint of the frumpy dumpy country style Camilla Parker Bowles for my mama.)
The earrings are vintage, the necklace is a borrowed Stella & Dot Renegade Layering Necklace, £55
No, that’s not a clutch bag, it’s the Temperley London for Filofax Guinea personal organiser. Possibly one of the loveliest things I have ever been given. There are plenty of occasions when I need to have a note pad with me, but don’t have space in my evening clutch for one. Here, then, is the solution. A Filofax, masquerading as an evening bag. It fits everything I need – two house keys, credit cards, a few bills, a pen, a comb tucked behind the paper, even my lipstick.