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New York Fashion Week AW13: Day 3

There comes a time during every fashion week where you end up missing a show due to exhaustion, illness or hangover. I had a hideous combination of all three on day three of New York Fashion Week so sadly didn’t make the Lacoste show. Judging from what I spied on Instagram while still in bed it was a goodie so I’m exceedingly annoyed with myself for having over-indulged and under-dressed quite so severely the day before but hey, you live and learn.

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I wore… Coat & Shirt: Whistles, Jumper & Bag: Jaeger, Skirt: Zara, Boots: Massimo Dutti & Beret: American Apparel.

Prabal Gurung is one of my absolute favourite designers so I was thrilled to be invited to his show for the first time this season. Having spent an obscene amount of money on taxis the previous day thanks to the blizzard, I decided to walk to the venue from where I’m staying in Soho. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to walk half a mile in 6 inch heels when there’s more than 6 inches on snow on the ground but I definitely don’t recommend it! By the time I arrived at St John’s centre in Chelsea I had lost pretty much all sensation in my extremities. This wasn’t helped by the fact I’d swapped my snuggly fur hat/Sandro coat combo for a beret and infinitely thinner Whistles duffel but the legendary Bill Cunnigham stopped me for a snap making the pneumonia risk more than worth it. Prabal Gurung is New York fashion royalty and the strictly A List nature of his FROW certainly showed it. Jamie King, Miroslave Duma, ELLE Editor Robbie Myers were all in attendance as well as Anna Wintour flanked by two burly, black suited bodyguards. There are few clearer indicators of a designer’s star status than when their second row is equally elite and with Kyle Anderson, Leandra Medine, Bryan Boy and Rumi Neeley in the line up, that was most definitely the case on this occasion. After a pretty sizeable wait, the show began and almost before the second look hit the runway, I’d named it my favourite of the week so far. Much as I adore a floral frock (something Prabal does truly beautifully) there’s something about a fiercer kind of femininity that really gets my sartorial pulse racing. Gurung’s latest offerings could be best described as “military couture” thanks to exquisitely scuplted khaki tailoring and lashings of leather complete with studs and warrior worthy, buckle detailed footwear. Glossy pelts, gold embroidery ornate Russe prints exuded high fashion luxe while flared hemlines and plenty of peplums stopped things from getting too serious. Rarely is does an A List event go by without a Prabal Gurung gown or two on the red carpet and this time around he delivered an array of sumptuous silk stunners with thigh high slits and billowing trains toughened up by chunky belts and leather harness detailing. It was the kind of killer show that you didn’t want to tear your eyes off even for a second and I long for the day that I might be powerful/chic/wealthy to be part of Prabal’s fashion army.

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Prabal Gurung AW13

Exhilarated from a truly inspiring show I tottered back out into the sunny but still arctic streets. As per usual free taxis were few and far between. Just as I was giving up hope of finding one I managed it and arrived in the Meatpacking district just in time for Rebecca Taylor.  I don’t know whether you remember my interview with the lovely Rebecca last year but she cited David Bowie as her all time style icon. The king of punk rock androdgyny’s influence was certainly evident in her latest collection which swapped last season’s pretty pastels and whimsical prints for tough girl biker jackets, zip detailing and yep, you’ve guessed it, lashings of leather. Leather has been something of a perma-trend for God knows how many seasons now and Rebecca Taylor offered up some incredibly covetable pieces. Trousers, tees, skirts, dresses and sleeves all came re-imagined in buttersoft skins and rich shades of navy and burgundy. Zip detailing, deliberately frayed hems and mannish tailoring all added to the tomboy vibe but being the clever designer she is, Taylor kept the girly girls happy with hits of lilac, blush and shimmering sequins.

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Rebecca Taylor AW13

By this point my morning latte seemed like a distant memory so I hot footed it to the nearest cafe for some sustenance. One very tasty turkey wrap and about a pint of coffee later I felt vaguely human again and set off for Lincoln Centre. As you’ve probably realised by now, I’m not and never will be a Herve Leger kinda girl but I do appreciate a brand who sticks to a signature, time tested aesthetic quite like they do. That said, Max Azria’s latest collection for the legendary purveyor of all things body concious did take a couple of risks this season. The brand’s trademark bandage dresses came adorned with all manner of embellishments and some where even paired over matching drainpipe trousers. And it wasn’t all frocks this time around either. There were also several uber luxurious fur trimmed parkas, crop tops and high shine, low rise tracksuit bottoms. Delivering exactly what your glamazon customer wants while introducing at least some elements of change is no mean feat and for that, I applaud them.

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Herve Leger by Max Azria AW13

Generally speaking, I am the most commited high heel and impractical (but hopefully stylish) clothing devotee during fashion week and my ability to wear ridiculous shoes for twelve days and nights on the trot has left wimpier dressers speechless. On this occasion it was so hideously, bone chillingly cold went home and put on jeans and a jumper. Despite being mildly less frozen, the second I arrived at the Tibi show I regretted this decision. All the resort collection Lobster print around gave me an extreme case of outfit envy and my niggling feeling of scruffiness worsened considerably when, most likely due to a mistake on some poor frazzled intern’s behalf, I was seated on the Front Row. The ONE TIME I opt for comfort over style and I find myself sitting directly opposite the ever immaculate Olivia Palermo! Luckily it wasn’t too long before the show began and I could forget my personal humiliation.

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Tibi AW13

I’ve been a big Tibi fan since its early days and I find the evolution of designer Amy Smilovic’s style fascinating. Much as the print dresses of yore appealed to my girlier side, the high fash lo fi aesthetic she’s developed exudes a rather more sophisticated feminist. Smilovic is both an incredibly talented and a thoughtful designer and a real sense of purpose came through in thus collection. Besides exuding modernist elegance Tibi collections cater to a woman’s everyday sartorial needs and for AW13 they’ve provided the ultimate capsule wardrobe. The athletic influence was clearer than ever with semi sheer mesh bombers, neoprene, hoods and highlighter hues paying homage to American sportswear classics. I may not usually be all that partial to sports luxe but Amy’s latest offerings were so cool they made me want to swap my beloved A-line minis for tracksuit bottoms. Sculptural jackets were paired with super skinny motorcycle/sweatpant hybrid trousers and oil slick black leather OTK (that’s over the knee, obviously) featured heavily. All in all the collection was cool, covetable and crucially, practical and will no doubt keep Tibi devotees very happy.

Love Ella. X

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New York Fashion Week AW13: Day 2

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I wore… Skirt: American Apparel, Blazer: Topshop, Shirt: Whistles, Boots: Massimo Dutti & Bag: Mulberry

I may have bitched about the cold endlessly during day 1 of New York Fashion Week but it was nothing, and I mean NOTHING compared to the weather on day 2. Despite my stubborn refusal to listen to the stormy predictions, I awoke to a snow shower which soon turned into a full on blizzard! Suffice to say, my plan to wear the Nicholas Kirkwood for Erdem silk shoes I picked up at his sample sale did not happen but rest assured, those babies will be getting an outing another day. Instead I went for this little ensemble, with my Sandro coat and Maje fur hat over the top it was almost temperature appropriate. Once again I woke up far too early but I wasn’t sure whether it was due to jet lag, or I was just way too over excited about the day ahead of me. It was going to be a long one, and thanks to the snow a pretty damp one too, but given the designer line up in store I didn’t care even a little bit. After a much needed trip to Starbucks I made a half hearted attempt to get the subway before giving up and getting a taxi. My first port of call was the chic streets of Chelsea for the Kate Spade New York presentation.

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Kate Spade is one of those brands that you either love or hate and personally, I’m head-over-heels for it. Despite my early morning excitement, by the time I arrived at 548 West 22nd Street I was feeling bedraggled, cold and frankly a little bit moody. But the second I entered the venue all weather induced angst instantly melted away as I feasted my eyes on the riot of colour popping confections before me. Much to my delight the collection was a fabulous homage to Kate Spade’s beloved hometown, New York. A little bit Studio 54, a little bit tongue in cheek and a whole lot of fun is what we’ve come to expect from the brand and in their 20th anniversary year, every girly girls favourite label did not disappoint.

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Polkadots, bows, neon brights, animal prints, boucle tweeds and shimmering metallics were all on the menu, styled to max Park Avenue Princess effect with big hair, shocking pink talons and lashings of glitter. As far as I’m concerned you can never, ever have too many cute details in one collection and as per usual, Creative Director Deborah Lloyd delivered adorable adornments in spades (pun intended). Ankle straps complete with playful charms, cartoon prints, embellished Mary Janes, vibrant tights and kitsch clutches were just a few of the little lovelies that made my heart skip a beat. I ventured back out into the now sleeting streets with a smile on my face… what more could you ask for in a presentation?

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Having entirely given up all good intentions of taking public transport by this point, I made a beeline for the nearest cab and headed uptown to the Jenni Kayne presentation. I was sorry to hear that the designer herself wouldn’t be there (her flight from LA was cancelled thanks to the snow) but her collection had made it and was every bit as covetable as expected. Jenni Kayne is all about fusing the fashionable with the wearable. For AW13 she delivered an array of chic city staples that illicited sighs of longing from everyone in the room but you could also imagine going to work in. Jenni’s trademark relaxed tailoring had been given a new season update with bold leopard prints, scarlets and modern tweeds sitting alongside monochrome and neutral shades. The collection was all about giving understated pieces an ohmigod-I-want-it edge, think simple black shift dresses with fur trimmed skirts and glimmering metallic blazers paired with low key cigarette pants. You can always rely on Jenni Kayne to complement her clothes with equally fantastic footwear as next season’s offerings contained a truly tantalising ponyskin style, availble in both a flat and stiletto heeled version.

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New York Fashion Week

By this point my stomach was rumbling so I slid my way through the slushy streets in the direction of Pret a Manger. One regrettably spicy wrap later it was time to head uptown for one of my most-anticipated shows, Jason Wu. After being turfed out of my cab due to a road block I joined the hoards of die hard fashion weekers battling their way up Park Avenue in the snow. If I hadn’t been so cold and wet the scene would have been quite comic but I was so instead of lolling at the ridiculousness of the sitution I pulled my furry hat ever further down over my face and concentrated on putting one impractically high heeled foot in front of the other without falling over. The venue itself exuded old school, Upper East Side glamour with black and white floors so shiny you could see your face reflected in them and a vast, floor-to-ceiling chandelier taking pride of place in the centre of the room. As expected at Jason Wu, the FROW was a veritable fest of famous fans and fashionable faces with everyone from Miroslava Duma to Jamie King and Girls star, Allison Williams. I have to say, I felt incredibly sorry for the poor PRs as orchestrating a show in that space looked like an absolute nightmare. Aside from trying (and failing) to keep guests and their sludgy shoes off the gleaming floor the weather put a major spanner in the works and several major Editors only just made it in time for the doors to close! Uber blogger, Leandra Medina (AKA the Manrepeller) arrived so late that rather than taking her usual place on the first or second row, she ended up standing. To her absolute credit Leandra handled the sitation with such grace that I was even more impressed by her attitude than her super chic beanie. At last the show began and what I show it was! Wu had promised us “extreme feminity” and that was precisely what he delivered. The designer built on the boldly seductive aesthetic he surprised us with last season, offering up sculpted silhouettes, razor sharp shoulders, cinched waists and masterful tailoring in a palette of slick monochrome shades punctuated with hits of caramel and flashes of red. Of course, it wasn’t all black, white and buttoned up to the chin. The designer also offered up semi-sheer lace printed plastic trenches, luxurious fur trims, delicate polkadots and exotic skins. Few do dream dresses quite like Jason Wu and his latest collection included several so stunning it was all I could do not to start dribbling. Leather strap detailing gave sweetly pleated chiffon cocktail numbers a bad girl flair and the final floor sweeping cobalt blue goddess gown to hit the catwalk was nothing short of mesmerizing.

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Jason Wu AW13

Like last season, I left the Jason Wu show feeling exhilerated and longing for a red carpet moment. Being pelted with snow seemingly from all directions interrupted dampened my mood a little bit but frankly, I didn’t have time to let it bother me. As I mentioned, or rather ranted about on day 1, finding a free taxi in Manhattan is often pretty difficult. Add a blizzard into the mix and you may as well not even bother! After trying, failing and getting frozen in the process I gave up and made for the subway. I’m not going to lie, I was pretty tempted to call it a day and head home to the warmth of my pyjamas but I managed to force myself back uptown to Lincoln Centre for Rebecca Minkoff. Much as I adore gazing at a couture worthy catwalk spectacle, sometimes it’s nice to look at clothes I could really see myself wearing, that is if I could afford to. You can always reply on Rebecca Minkoff in this respect and her latest array of cool girl creations were simply excellent. The designer treated us to a selection of easy going separates ranging from low-slung leather minis and boyfriend fit pinstriped trousers to cosy cute knits and slogan t-shirts. Outerwear was good enough to eat and must-haves included a caramel leather trench coat, camo print numer and tweed leather-sleeved aviator jacket complete with supersized fur collar.

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Rebecca Minkoff AW13

Say what you like about fashion folk but you can’t accuse them of lacking commitment. As the snow storm worsened and the news warned people to stay inside after 7pm I emailed a couple of PRs who’s clients shows or parties I was meant to be attending in the evening. They all replied that the event in question would of course be going ahead and seemed vaguely surprised I’d even think otherwise! Not that I was complaining though, given the awesomeness of New York Fashion Week’s after dark evngagements the idea of a cost evening in has never held less appeal! The rest of my day (and night) would be spent downtown in my spiritual homeland and fingers crossed if I win the lottery future home, the West Village. After a hastily stuffed panini (not a satisfying supper by any stretch of the imagination) I headed to the ever so trendy Pace Gallery for my penultimate show of the day, Helmut Lang. By this point my ankle boots had admitted defeat and pretty much filled up with water. My footwear frustrations weren’t helped by style icon/girl crush Taylor Tomasi Hill arriving in world’s chicest sheepskin lined (and flat) boots, instantly making me feel like an idiot for wearing heels. Despite the weather the venue was still pretty full and it appeared the only non-attendees were a handful of FROW-ers. This worked in my favour when I was bumped up from the second to the front and treated to a fantastic view of the collection. I’m not and never will be a Helmut Lang girl and suspect I’d look ridiculous trying. That said, I’m always in awe of the brand’s inimitable aesthetic, not to mention their commitment to using large amounts of leather. For AW13 husband and wife design duo, Michael and Nicole Colovos drew inspiration from the Cubist art of Picasso, an influence evident in their multi-textured patchworked fabrics. Of course, being a Helmut Lang collection, there was nothing winesome or whimsical about this patchwork which consisted of sharply tailored, monochrome looks made up of fashion friendly materials ranging from PVC to ponyskin. So far I’ve seen enough fabulous outerwear to make me almost want to skip Summer altogether and this show was no exception. There were minimalist wool overcoars, shearling lined bikers, glossy calfskin bombers and one truly tantalising blue black rabbit fur confection. A finale of ice cool blonds sporting oil slick black brought the show to a suitably low-fi-luxe conclusion.

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Helmut Lang AW13

With just one more show to go, I could almost taste the post-shows/pre-party Pinot Grigio and set out for Milk Studios at high speed. Unsurprisingly there were no free taxis to be seen and my umbrella chose that exact moment to completely disintegrate. I decided to “start walking in the right direction” on the assumption that I’d find a cab along the way but naturally, I didn’t. By the time I arrived I was caked in snow and looked like a small and no doubt quite angry yeti. Every fashion week there’s always a certain point where you stop caring what you look like and at that moment, I reached it. Luckily I was not the only one looking like I’d been exploring the arctic so at least we could all commiserate together. I think if a show’s held at 8pm on a cold Friday night, it really does have to be a good one. Thankfully SUNO always is and this time around they certainly delivered. I’m a sucker for print and while designers Max Osterweis and Erin Beatty’s latest collection was considerably less pattern packed than last season’s it still featured a few crackers. Folksy prints were married with city chic tailoring with an added “wow” factor by way of gobstopper crystal embellishment. On paper the idea of combining florals and tartan with pinstripes and crisp white shirting sounds like sartorial sacrilege but on the SUNO catwalk it oozed playful insouicance. The label is a major fashion insider favourite and it’s certainly not hard to see why. Creating garments that are both pretty and cool is no mean feat but Beatty and Osterweis absolutely nail it.

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SUNO AW13

After four shows, two presentations and four Starbucks lattes day 2 was still far from over. Having been uncharacteristically sensible for the previous two nights, blizzard be damned, I was going to party. I don’t even know how to begin to describe the hilarious insanity that ensued but don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it soon.

Love Ella. X

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New York Fashion Week AW13: Day 1

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I wore… Coat: Sandro, Hat: Maje, Jumper: Chinti and Parker, Shirt: Zara, Skirt: American Apparel, Bag: Mulberry, Boots: Massimo Dutti.

Yep, it’s that time of year again! I swear it seems like only yesterday I was running around NYC in unsuitable footwear revelling in every minute of the manic fashion activity and yet, here I am again, albeit wearing many more layers. Unlike last season I didn’t have the luxury of flying out with a spare day to spend “getting my bearings” (AKA visiting J.Crew and drinking Cosmopolitans) so my pre New York Fashion Week Manhattan appreciation session was restricted to a high speed (and high spend) trip to Dean and Deluca before heading home to blitz through the many emails I’d ignored during the day before getting a jet-lagged induced early night. In retrospect, I probably should have hit the cocktails as a 7.30pm bedtime resulted in my waking up at 4am which is never much fun. One hearty bowl of flaxseed and raisen porridge (essential fashion week fuel) and 3 outfit changes later I was ready to hit the subway and head up to Lincoln Centre for my show of the season, Nicholas K.

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Nicholas K AW13

As you’re no doubt well aware by now, fashion shows never EVER start remotely on time but more often than not the wait is rather entertaining. This time I was treated to a fantastic conversation, straight out of Sh*t Fashion Girls Say, involving a heated debate over the virtues of iPhone’s versus androids. I don’t mean to be mean but you can only keep a straight face for so long while listening to someone explain why they just can’t “become one” with their “droid” (direct quote) but just as I was about to collapse into a giggling heap, the show began. Nicholas K is pretty much the last word in utility chic and their latest offerings built on last season’s urban nomad, upping the downtown anti with stark monochrome hues and a streetwear vibe. Low-fi staples like sweat pants, bomber jackets, hoodies and parkas were deconstructed, hung louchely via shoulder straps and paired with asymmetric hemmed, dip-died sheath dresses in gossamer fine chiffon. Aviator jackets and hats also paid homage to fashion classics but, like every re-appropriated classic in the collection, they were not as you’d ever seen them before. Styling the models with mussed mohawks, smudgy eye makeup, bone on leather necklaces and string tied aviator-cum-lab-goggles only added to the grunge-meets-safari aesthetic the brand is known for. While this kind of thing couldn’t be less my cup of tea if it tried, I can’t help but admire the sheer technical skill and imagination behind it. All manner of textures, cuts, and references were artfully thrown together in a blur of drapery and moody hues yet somehow pulled off with aplomb.

Much to my dismay, there was no time for a Starbucks stop before the BCBG Max Azria show. Given how incredibly crowded it had been last season I didn’t want to risk losing my seat, no matter how desperate my need for caffeine had become. BCBG is a label beloved by well-heeled party girls all over the world and despite the chill, many guests were dressed to impress and I spotted a fair few SS13 harness dresses around the venue. This was evidently the first show of the day to successfully coax the Editors out of their 5 star beds and I spotted Elle Magazine’s Robbie Myers and Joe Zee as well as the ever-fabulous Kyle Anderson rocking some very impressive early morning bling. Other FROW-ers included Brit songstress (and previous LPA interviewee!) Kate Nash, an assortment of pretty American celebs I couldn’t name for love nor money and uber blogger Natalie Suarez. After a very long delay (even by fashion week standards) the show began and I’m happy to say, it was worth the wait. According to the show notes, this season’s inspiration had been Istanbul’s historic architecture and the Gypsies of Southern Europe contrasted with the work of contemporary artist Phil Frost. Philistine that I am, I know very little (or rather, nothing) about Frost’s work but if BCBG’s interpretation is anything to go by, I’d like it a lot. The husband and wife design duo, Max and Luboz Azria translated eclectic Gypsy style to a city setting by way of skinny, zip detail leather trousers and slouchy woolen beanies paired with flowing, semi sheer tunics in a palette of rich burgundies and deepest blues. “Layering” is clearly going to be a buzzword for AW13 and it was demonstrated brilliantly at BCBG who’s latest offerings were, dare I say it, altogether cooler and more sophisticated than what we saw last season. Luxurious-yet-pratical (I think) parkas and multi-coloured furs were thrown over delicate print dresses with thigh high splits. The tough/soft juxtoposition was taken one step further with over-the-knee leather boots, minimalist leather envelope clutches and chunky knitwear adding a street-ready edge to all that dreamy chiffon. The phrase “modern boho” springs to mind when I think about this collection but trust me, it was world’s away from those hideous hippy skirts Sienna Miller once wore. For the finale, outerwear gave way to exquisitely embellished party numbers which brought a smile to my face – and an addition or two to my wish list – because it wouldn’t be a BCBG show without them.

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BCBG Max Azria AW13

Then it was finally time for a triple shot latte which, bearing in mind I had been up since 4am, was sorely overdue. I planned to spend the next few hours answering emails and sorting out my schedule using Starbucks’ WiFi but, typically, my iPhone had other plans. Instead I found myself back out in the cold and headed back downtown where, once again, I fell foul of Dean and Deluca and ended up having a splurge… Their sushi is just too damn good!

After a not-so-brief hiatus at home during which I answered about a zillion emails, stuffed myself with sushi and caught up on Girls it was time to brave the cold once again. Back in September I managed to make a right tit of myself by voicing my foolish opinion that Manhattan was bigger than london. I was duly mocked for my extreme stupidity and having got lost in pretty much every inch of the city while wearing impossibly high heels since then, it’s clear how wrong I was. That said, attempting to walk from SoHo (where I’m staying on gorgeous Prince Street) to the meat packing district was ill advised on this occasion despite it’s close proximity. I was warned that New York would be bitterly cold and I didn’t listen. By the time I arrived at The Jane hotel I was a shivering shadow of my former self but of course, I soon perked up once I entered the DANNIJO presentation.

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DANNIJO AW13 Presentation

The jewellery label founded by Florida born sisters Danielle and Jodie Snyder is a firm fash pack favourite and it’s certainly not hard to see why. Delivering statement bling without verging into tacky territory is no easy task but DANNIJO’s oversized gems are the epitome of youthful, modern glamour. How to present jewellery in the context of fashion week is another dilemma but they nailed that too by showcasing their new season fare on a bevy of beauties glammed up deco style in the old school cool surroundings of The Jane Hotel. The boutique space was packed fit to burst with the likes of Coco Rocha, Miroslava Duma, Chiara Ferragni, Leigh Leizark and Leandra Medine all in attendance. I rather wished I could just grab a pew at the hotel bar and call it a day but of course, that wasnt an option. So off I went, back out into the arctic cold and legged it to the nearest Starbucks.

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DANNIJO AW13 Presentation

One venti, skinny, extra hot, triple shot latte (yes, I’m that girl) later I felt like a new person, which was just as well because my day was far from over. My next destination was back uptown for the EDUN presentation. In New York, you can’t move without seeing, hearing or almost colliding with a yellow taxi. Unfortunately they all have an uncanny knack of being taken or “out of service” (pah!) whenever you genuinely need to hail one. After attempting to walk the 20 odd blocks uptown I finally managed to pile myself into the back of a cab and arrived at the venue just in time to grab a much needed glass of bubbly before the presentation began.

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EDUN AW13

Edun’s latest offerings are certainly a departure from last seasons Eco chic. Out came urban tweeds, rock n’ roll tailoring paired with sleeveless biker style leather gilets complete with chain detailing – a form of embellishment almost impossible to do in a non naff way but Sharon Wauchob managed it. It appears that SS13′s love affair with haute grunge will be sticking around for winter and Edun delivered a particularly slick take on it with re-imagined tartans and louche, low slung belting. Judging from day 1, next season is going to be all about layering, with chiffon over skintight leather being a particular fashion favourite. As the collection progressed the “glunge” aesthetic remained, with tartans and leather giving way to oil slick black and shimmering metallics, a futuristic take on drapery that oozed devil-may-care sex appeal. EDUN’s latest collection was, in a word, badass, the kind of pieces that could take you from FROW to downtown dive bar effortlessly.

After a couple more gulps of fortifying champagne I braced myself to make another largely unsuccessful attempt at hailing a cab. Evidently I haven’t yet got the hang of navigating New York traffic and by the time I finally found a free one my on-road incompetence had sent virtually every driver on 10th Avenue apoplectic with rage. To the time of a hundred angry horns blaring I clambered into the welcome warmth and headed back to the Meatpacking district for my final stop of the day. I’m not usually massively interested in lingerie but, like every would-be pampered princess, I absolutely adore La Perla. Add to that the fact they were hosting their presentation at the cooler-than-cool Dream Hotel and there was no way I was missing it! As expected, the collection hit the perfect note between seduction and sophistication, offering just the right combination of peek-a-boo boudouir ensembles and understated undergarments in sumptuous silk and lace.

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La Perla AW13 Presentation

By this point I was well and truly in need of hot food and a glass of Pinot so after a quick solo dinner (you can totally do that in New York) I met my friend, Suitcase Magazine Editor, Serena at the Dream Hotel Bar before heading downtown to the V Magazine Party. For once in my life, I came over all sensible and left after twenty minutes to drag my jet-lagged self home to bed. After all it was only the first night of a long week and I had a lot more partying left to do!

Love Ella. X

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ZEO Just January Party at Buddha Bar

ZEO Just January Party at Buddha Bar

I don’t know how you feel about “going dry” during January but personally, I’m not a fan. It’s such a depressing month anyway that forcing yourself to forsake vino just seems unnecessarily punishing. Still, a lot of people do go in for the whole post-Christmas cleanse and what better way to celebrate getting back on the booze than with a party at Buddha Bar London?! On January 31st non-alcoholic drinks brand, ZEO decided to host a celebratory soiree, catering to those who wanted to retox and those still clinging to their (ill-advised) January detox with limitless supplies of both virgin and not-so-virgin cocktails.

ZEO Just January Party at Buddha Bar

I hadn’t yet visited the newest addition to the Buddah Bar family (other locations include Paris, New York etc) and I have to say, I wasn’t disappointed. As far as exquisite interiors and ambiance go, BB’s London outpost certainly delivers with luxe lounging areas, richly patterned wallpapers and ornate artworks from floor to ceiling. Like any Knightsbridge establishment, it’s unashamedly flash but as far as I’m concerned understatement is over-rated. Anyway, even the most committed of minimalists would have struggled not to give in once they tasted the canapes which included succulant crispy baby squid, sinfully delish mini cheesecakes and the most fantastic sushi. In all honesty, I was pretty knackered from the previous night’s exertions but once Amber Le Bon and Becky Tong got on the decks I was instantly in the mood for dancing. Evidently Amber isn’t just obscenely gorgeous, she’s also musically talented and even my “strictly-vinyl-only” DJ boyfriend who usually scoffs at such things was forced to admit that her skills were “pretty decent”. Rejuvenated from Amber and Becky’s mix (or maybe the cocktails, who knows) we took a lap of the room, catching up with my regular party pals Zara Martin and Henry Conway. I thought the idea of celebrating the end of January was a brilliant one and clearly wasn’t alone in that opinion as everyone from Bip Ling to Donna Air and Otis Ferry made an appearence.

ZEO Just January Party at Buddha Bar

ZEO Just January Party at Buddha Bar

ZEO Just January Party at Buddha Bar

ZEO Just January Party at Buddha Bar

Much as I’d loved to continue my Buddha Bar style retox it wasn’t long before we had to hit the road, or rather the piccadilly line, because next on the party agenda was Burberry… *to be continued*

Love Ella. X

Images courtesy of Marcus Dawes

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London Collections: Men AW13 Day 3

If I was being totally accurate the title of this post would read “J.W. Anderson AW13 show and a bit of mincing” because that was basically all I did on day 3 of London Collections Men. Admittedly I probably could have spent the rest of my day doing something more productive than dragging my boyfriend around the shops but we were shopping for him (in theory anyway) so technically it was menswear related.

London Collections Men

I wore… Coat: A.P.C, Skirt: American Apparel, Shirt: Whistles, Jumper & Boots: Massimo Dutti, Bag: Mulberry, Hat: Topshop.

Fashion shows last under 10 minues so if you’re going to get all dressed up for just the one it had better be a biggie. Given that the lone show on my day 3 schedule was J.W. Anderson, fash pack obsession and Christopher Kane’s replacement at Versace, I wasn’t even the tiniest bit tempted to skip it. As expected at such a hot ticket show, the FROW was strictly A List with everyone from David Gandy and Tallulah Harlech to Net-a-Porter founder Natalie Massinet in attendance. The press release promised “an examination of bourgeois kinkyness and boudoir perversity” which left me both slightly confused and extremely excited about what the Irish designer had in store for the boys next season. J.W. Anderson’s skillful boy/girl interplay has always been one of his work’s most enticing qualitites but this time around he took it to new levels, challenging concepts about anatomy and gender opening with an array of extremely short, frill-hemmed short-suits and closing with a crotch skimming grey leather tunic. Now I know that description makes his designs sound like something camp and frilly but I assure you, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Anderson’s sculptural, seamless wool creations were a masterclass in fabric manipulation and, in my opinion, a show of serious sartorial bravery. His neat knits sell like hot cakes but rather than resting on his laurels, Jonathan Anderson continues to push the boundaries. Pintstriped trousers came adorned with external, draping pockets while slicked back hair, razor sharp cuts and minimal embellishment resulted in a collection that felt simultaneously stark and playful. Of course Anderson’s no fool so alongside the shockers came cute motif knits and contrast coloured overcoats but I have to say, there were rather less commerce-friendly looks than you’d expect in a Ready-to-Wear collection.

London Collections Men

J.W. Anderson AW13

Unusual though many of them they may be, J.W Anderson’s latest offerings are exquisitely crafted and utterly original. Admittedly it would take a very brave boy to rock the strapless number and I can’t wait to see who dares to wear it in September!

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