Much as I’d love to claim that I’m one of those people who just doesn’t get star struck, that would be a complete and utter lie. Whenever I meet someone who’s work/life/style I’ve long since admired, I inevitably find myself knock kneed, sweaty palmed and unable to think of anything remotely intelligent to say. So as you can imagine, the prospect of meeting the one and only Karl Lagerfeld left me giddy with excitement and nerves for days. The white haired, one gloved wonder is undoubtedly one of the most revered figues in the industry, as proved by the fact that London’s fashion elite flocked to Selfridges rooftop terrace in his honour last night… And happily waited 2 hours for Karl to arrive.
After battling our way up Bond Street in the swealtering heat (glamourous, non?) we arrived at Selfridges to be ushered through the crowds into a cordened off lift which took us up to the rooftop terrace which has been given a complete Karl-over. Walls, boards, seats, Karl Lagerfeld’s iconic image was plastered on everything as far as the eye could see. I particularly loved the black and white (natch) Karl flags flying majestically from the chimneys. The champagne was flowing, caviar and tasty lobster bites being proffered around by uniformed waiters and as for my fellow guests… Think Daphne Guinness, Rosario Dawson, Hilary Alexander, Suzy Menkes, Poppy Delevigne, Edie Campbell and just about every magazine editor in town. Several hours and countless glasses of champagne later, we were informed that Karl had entered the building and the sheer excitement among a group of such innately cool and influential fashion insiders was amazing to see. As you’ve probably gathered, this was party was pretty spectacular and not an evening I’ll forget anytime soon. A couple of snaps of well dressed guests just wouldn’t do it justice so I thought I’d share this behind-the-scenes video with you instead, enjoy!
Love Ella. X