With the advent of London Fashion Week comes wardrobe replenishment issues. So clearly Whistles did the trick. Navy crêpe top with black lace inserts? Yes, please. (And HELLO new BlackBerry.)
On Tuesday I handily managed to combine dropping the motor off for its MOT at Camden Council’s depot in the depths of King’s Cross, with a work breakfast at the new Caravan King’s Cross, in the Granary Building that also houses Central St Martins. Warning: barely any signs & the girls at the CSM reception across the hall don’t know it’s there. *sighs* On the plus side once you eventually find it the avocado toast is excellent. As was the rocket fuel Americano.
The evening was Tara’s birthday dinner for fifteen at the new Pizza East in the back end of Kentish Town. Here are my beautiful girls, Ayla & Tara. (We’re off to Paris on an overnight girls’ trip in a month.)
oh and the pizza — mushroom and Fontina. Good chewy crust, generous mushrooms. I managed half, and had the rest for lunch the next morning.
That’s cos I had more avocado on toast (& a side of grilled mushrooms) for breakfast with a beauty PR on Thursday am at the Riding House Café in town.
Goodness I took a lot of meetings and work over meals this week. Wednesday night I hoofed it to Le Pont de la Tour by Tower Bridge for a splendid dinner with Chilean winemakers Casillero del Diablo.
Pudding was vanilla pannacotta with meringue and poached nectarines. (Served with my favourite wine of the evening, the Late Harvest Sauvignon Blanc.)
Oh and I wore my Georg Jensen Grapes ring — it seemed appropriate. The nail varnish is Chanel’s Distraction. I left at 10pm to drive 100 miles north to my mother’s cottage to collect my winter wardrobe from her attic — there’s no room in London for it — stayed overnight, and drive back first thing Thursday morning. (Next LFW I’ll try to remember in advance where I have stashed my clothes.)
Steve the postman is doing a sterling job of delivering LFW show invitations.
And these arrived this morning: maybe the best gift EVER. A pair of a limited edition of 100 Valentino red Rockstud heels to wear at Fashion Week.
There were ten events scheduled for Thursday night, the eve of LFW. I thought I may get to five or so, but in the end we only managed three. To Australia House on the Strand to meet the young Australian designers over for LFW, in conjunction with Melbourne Fashion Week, to the old Selfridges Hotel for the frankly insane Bompass & Parr Drive-in for Mercedes, and to Coutts to check out their glorious sustainable rooftop garden, and the Chinese wallpaper that has been in the possession of the bank since 1792. (We may also have eaten quite a lot of small plates from chef Peter Fiori.)