I’m trying to get my head around the fact that it is Friday already, and I have barely blogged about being here. I *was* doing brilliantly on the avoid jetlag strategy. At the airport on Sunday night I discovered that you can buy over the counter sleeping pills in the UK: Sominex, a powerful anti-histamine. One of those babies on the A380 from LHR to SIN, and I was out like a light for a good eight hours of the 13hr flight, which should have meant that when I arrived here late on Monday (there’s an eight hour ahead time difference to GMT), I should have just gone straight to sleep on Singapore time and slept through. But Muppet girl here forgot to turn off her phone alarm, and consequently awoke and stayed awake from 4am. Groo. It did mean I carried on the Mayr goodness tho, and went to the gym.
I spent Tuesday sucking up facts & live Tweeting from Asia Fashion Summit, but about 4pm had a massive combined hunger/sleep crash, nearly passed out, and hoofed it for snax & a lie down. That night I woke at 130am – and stayed awake. By the time I had spent Wednesday at Asia Fashion Summit again, done the AFX press conference, attended the Mugler show, and eaten a 6 course meal in some style at the St Regis Nicola Formichetti/Mugler dinner I was on my knees. Euf.
(But the dinner was ace: mainly because of the fabulous company of Sebastien Peigné, Mugler’s womenswear designer, – thank you for giving me your NicoPanda Sebastien *blows kisses*.)
All that frenetic activity meant that I slept fourteen hours that night. Oops. I was only woken on Thursday when the lovely AFX PR rang at 2pm to enquire if I was alive, as I was meant to be speaking on the AFX panel at 4pm. I do wonder how much longer I would have slept…
So yesterday was the debate, which went well, I think, + Timo Weiland’s show + the Raoul show + the Blueprint opening party at Loof (with Timo DJ-ing) + the Raoul after party at Pangaea. Thank GOD I was hitching a ride with Tallulah H and her lovely agent Alex, who I’ve known for years in London, or I’d have been zombie-walking for sure.
Anyway, I think I am finally on Singapore time, having woken up this morning at a more usual time, in time to do some media interviews. I’m off to Blueprint, the fashion trade fair now, to scout out some new designers. For supper I’m taking Tallulah & Alex for dinner at the Newton Circus hawker center for some proper Singapore street food in the open air. We’ve all been inside in the air-con way too much, and have the snuffly noses to prove it.