Isn’t it funny how last minute decisions often turn out to be the best ones? You know, those spur of the moment nights out where you end up dancing until dawn. Or that unplanned handbag purchase that ends up being a cost-per-wear marvel. Having vowed to give parties a miss last week in an attempt to get vast amounts of uni work done, I caved on Wednesday and decided to pop along to the Casio London bash “just for a quick one”. I don’t know if you’ve ever managed to achieve the holy grail of mid week partying and head home to bed by 10pm, I sure as hell haven’t. I also don’t know what in God’s name gave me the impression that this ‘do was going to be super low key, it most certainly wasn’t.
As I rounded the corner to Covent Garden piazza I was greeted by hoard of paps outside the store, vying for the best shot at the attendees. After navigating my way through the fray I realised that things weren’t going to get any calmer inside. The Casio London boutique was packed fit to burst with fashion friends and famous faces, sipping champagne and squeezing past one another in the chic but not exactly roomy space. Once I’d nabbed a drink I made a beeline for lovely photographer and my regular party pal, Alistair Guy who introduced his distinguished looking companion as Philip Start, Founder of Start London and Mr Start. This immediately caused me to start (no pun intended) gushing rather embarrassingly about how much I adore him and his stores. Luckily it transpired that Mr Start had actually been taking a picture of my Gap shirt before I walked over which made me feel like marginally less of a desperate stalker. It soon became evident that Casio London really was THE place to be that evening. Mary Charteris was on the decks and my fellow guests included everyone from Olivia Grant, Amber Atherton and Tolula Adeyemi to Jessica Lowndes (AKA Adrianna off 90210) and songstress Liane La Havas.
By the time things wrapped up at Casio, all thoughts of curling up in bed with a cup of peppermint tea had been long forgotten and I found myself being persuaded along to Asia de Cuba for the after party dinner. If it was good times I was after then I was certainly in the right company. After stuffing our faces with Asia de Cuba’s culinary treats and guzzling a Lychee Martini or three we piled into cabs and relocated en mass to Libertine club where, as luck would have it, Tolula was dj’ing that very eve. Perhaps not the most sensible way to spend a wednesday night but hey, you’re only young once.
Love Ella. X