Some people think it is beyond the pale to find a style Doppelgänger at the shows. Me? I think it’s funny. I spotted Shini from Park & Cube with her LK Bennett Navy Rosamund, when I was carrying mine in Forest Green outside Mulberry.(That’s me on the left in my Jaeger brocade coat.)
Then a few minutes later I spotted The Times’ Jane Taylor-Hayhurst holding her Rosamund in Forest Green Clearly the (gifted) bag of the day.
So Sunday. I was driving around the shows all day, as you can park for free in central London on a single yellow, so it’s by far the easiest way to get around.
That meant I could indulge in some heel wearing, so christened my new Whistles French 75 stilettos (worn, as per, with my Gap Sexy Boyfriends). I was up at 7am so I could get across to the Natural History Museum for Preen.
What I hadn’t factored intp my plans was the World Triathlon Competition, which meant that not only was Hyde Park shut, but at 0830hrs on a Sunday morning the whole of Bayswater Road was backed up. I cruised past the venue twenty minutes past its start time, and drove back to W1 for Margaret Howell, arriving a full forty minutes before it started. Grrrr,
Plus side: I parked right outside the venue, and got to eat a toastie in Pret.
Then it was off to Emilia Wickstead in a gallery on Bond Street. Here’s Mother Fury working it fashion editor style on the front row opposite me.
Smythson fed us green juices during the Quentin Jones private view. Hugely appreciated: about the only green I saw all week.
There are many, many moments at LFW when I would like to do this (at Temperley in the Savoy ballroom):
I was quite proud that I managed to drive from The Savoy to the Topshop space in Regent’s Park to catch the Unique Show (I’m not sure how the BFC expected anyone to actually do this in the time gap provided because I was literally first out of Temperley, know all the ninja driving short cuts, as I live five mins from the venue, and I barely made it in time. I think the answer is that they expect showgoers to choose one or the other, which seems ridiculous.)
Oh the rain, the endless bloody rain on Sunday…(When we exited Jonathan Saunders late on Sunday it was truly biblical.)
I have advanced shoe lust: here is Alexandra Fullerton again, in her Sophia Websters front row at Barbara Carasola at the White Cube Gallery.
And here I am at home very late on Sunday night, after ducking into my neighbourhood corner shop on the way home for OJ, and Ribena, owing to the fact I barely drank all day — imbibe too much at the shows, and you will need the loo at the most inopportune moments. (I’m wearing Boden’s Alice Lace Top in Navy.)
This was breakfast on Monday, thanks to Motilo and their LFW survival kit (M&Ms).
And hallelujah for the blessed Topshop café: I was literally drooping with hunger after another 7am start on Monday, so dived into a bucket of granola before Marios’ show.
Michael van der Ham’s ravishing show was almost upstage by the ceiling of his venue: the Café Royal on Regent Street.
I was booked to do BBCWorld TV News at 1710hrs at Broadcasting House to talk all things LFW. (BBC World News TV has 80–90 million watches per week, and is seen in about 300 million homes around the world. No pressure then.)
I was whisked into hair & make up. Damn those girls are miracle workers. A full look in under ten minutes.
This is the view of the studio floor before going on air.
Afterwards, outside to my waiting Motilo cab, under lowering skies.
oh and here are Terry Barber, MAC’s Director of Makeup Artistry UK, favourite SS14 products for perking up fashion weary faces during LFW.