Eventually the time came for United Nude to close it’s oh-so-stylish doors and we all stumbled up the road to continue the party at Bungalow 8. The dancing and general merrimaking continued there until the wee hours with half the Diesel party and weirdly enough Mischa Barton (looking considerably less fresh faced than in her OC days!) pitching up to join in the fun. Eventually I managed to summon the self control to drag my tired tootsies home to bed. In retrospect leaving an hour or three earlier might have been wise seeing as tonight is Vogue’s Fashion Night Out and my eye-bag situation is pretty criminal but hey, that’s what make-up’s for.
Love Ella. X