On to LFW AW15 day 3 we go! I really hope you enjoy reading these rather long daily accounts of my fashion week, or should I say month, as much as I enjoy living and writing about them. Please do let me know if you don’t! I’d hate to think I was unwittingly boring you all to tears. For now I’ll assume that’s not the case and continue merrily tapping away…
I wore: House of Holland SS15 total catwalk look
Image by Holly McGlynn
One of these days I’ll learn how to write concisely and no longer ramble on for so long that I have to split one day of shows into two posts despite not actually having attended that many. But that day sure as hell hasn’t arrived yet and so I continue to inflict the habit that drove every teacher I ever had totally crazy, sorry my loves. Hopefully you enjoy the extended rambling but at least when you do start to get bored AF there are lots of pictures of gorgeous clothes to feast your eyes on instead! And there was certainly some serious skill to be seen as night began to fall on the second day of LFW AW15…
I wore Markus Lupfer jacket, jumper & skirt with Mulberry Cara backpack, Sophia Webster wedges & Kite sunglasses
Image by Lord Ashbury
It’s taken me the best part of ten seasons to get my head around the fact that hitting the after parties like a bat out of hell – and by hell I mean that holiday to Zante/Ibiza/Cabo you and your pals took after finals – is not the way to have a chic and successful fashion week. But still, despite my newfound maturity there’s always the odd occasion when an extra nightcap at Soho House, or extended dance off at some random bash the other side of town gets too tempting. This is an especially stupid idea if you spent the previous night sleeping, or rather failing to sleep, on a red eye after an intense week of shows, meetings and evening activities in New York. The Soho House cocktail route was the one I took after the Bond Street cocktail soirées that followed the Sass & Bide show and unsurprisingly, all plans to kick off LFW AW15 day 2 with a health giving run in the park followed by a couple of hours work fell miserably by the wayside. I instead found myself leaping out of bed in a blinded-by-jet-lag panic, grabbing a pair of sunglasses and only just, I mean just, making my first show… Stupid, stupid, stupid.