And so we’ve talked about the shows, the clothes, the tricksier trends and the pieces we’ll be borrowing from the boys come Spring. Now, my friends, the time has come to catch up on the LCM SS15 parties! As I
gloated about mentioned earlier this week, this season I skipped out on the opening night parties in favour of an early night so by the time evening rolled around on day 1, I was more than ready to sink a few glasses of champagne and get my groove on. Sure enough, there was no shortage of potential party spots that evening but the one everyone wanted to be at was the DKNY x Esquire Magazine official opening bash held deep in the vaults under Somerset House. The event kicked off with DKNY’s SS15 menswear presentation, a suitably stylish array of urban summer staples that gave me extreme cravings for the Big Apple (less than 2 months until I’m there!).
No sooner had the final handsome chap exited the stage than it was flooded by beautifully dressed guests clutching the first of the Johnnie Walker Gold Label Reserve cocktails they’d knock back that night and it was officially time to let our collective hair down. As you might recall from last season’s late night diaries, when Esquire Magazine throw a party they mean business. Add DKNY into the hosting mix and it’s not surprising that everyone who’s anyone and a million others besides where there, drunk and dancing their asses off.
Jessie J & Wretch 32
The place was packed fit to burst and you could move without bumping into Jordan Dunn, Jessie J, Lindsay Lohan or one of the other many, many famous folk in attendance. Having snuck out for a cheeky vino or three between the presentation and the party, Laura and I were definitely ready to hit the floor. Several hours of non stop, sweaty and possibly shameful shaking it later I severely regretted my decision to go for a run that morning (never again during fashion week) and tottered off in the direction of a taxi to give my aching limbs a breather before doing it all over again the next day.
If you read my LCM SS15 Day 2 diary – if not, I don’t blame you, it was ridiculously long – then you’ll know that the following evening brought something of an outfit calamity. I was suited and booted (read: wearing a short lace dress, badass gladiator sandals and red lipstick) and on my way to the Moschino show with the plan to head straight on to the Diesel Store Launch Cocktails with Nik and Alexis afterwards when disaster struck. With one 6 inch heel in my handbag, I hopped and wobbled my way through the show and then made a highly stressful, ridiculously expensive taxi dash home to grab different footwear before another equally manic journey to the centre of town. Why the rush I hear you ask? Well, because the Diesel ‘do was not the only thing on our evening agenda.
Left: Renzo Rosso & Sienna Miller. Right: Luke Evans & Me
Me & Renzo
Alistair Guy & Emmanuele D’Angelo
After a happy half hour in Diesel’s Conduit Suit boutique involving several glasses of stress-forgetting champagne and the honour of meeting the brand’s unbelievably charming founder, Renzo Rosso, it was time to hit party number two. Ordinarily, if a soirée at a nightclub starts at 9pm you probably wouldn’t think about getting there until a good hour or two later. But this was no ordinary fash bash, this was Moschino and i-D Magazine’s much anticipated “Out of this World” rager. Little else had been talked about all day and we had more than an inkling it was going to be mindblowingly busy. We weren’t wrong. By the time Nik, Alexis and I arrived at Café de Paris – I hadn’t been since sneaking in as a teenager, good times – the queue was already jostling half way around Leicester Square.
Nik & Alexis en route to the Moschino party
Channelling our inner tourists on Leicester Square
After skipping said queue we headed inside where the music was blaring, the free bar was being pillaged and the scent of imminent bad behaviour was tangible. Within what felt like about thirty second the venue went from nicely full to sardine levels of packed and to say it was “fun” would be a ridiculous understatement. This wasn’t your usual canapés and polite conversation kinda thing. This was more like the rowdiest club night you’ve ever been to but with, at risk of sounding like a total dick, infinitely better looking, better dressed people. We’re talking Li-Lo (allegedly) slamming tequila shots, Paloma Faith shimmying in sequins, lethally strong slush puppy style ice blended cocktails and ordinarily-respectable industry folk hitting the dancefloor like college students on Spring break in Cabo. Basically, it was pretty awesome.
Man of the hour, Jeremy Scott…
Left: Bip Ling. Right: Susie Lau
Left: Daisy Lowe & Nick Grimshaw. Right: Amber Atherton
Left: Pixir Lott & Paloma Faith. Right: Jack Guinness
I could have stayed and danced all night but I had one more port of call, Diesel’s Private Sinner & After Party at Chiltern Street Firehouse AKA the only place anyone seems to be hosting anything in London right now. I’d be lying if I said that the likelihood of their insanely incredible soft shell crab burgers being served didn’t factor into my decision but after the madness of Moschino, I rather fancied a more intimate affair to finish things off with. I certainly wasn’t disappointed. The aforementioned crab burgers were on tap, as was some very fine wine, and I soon discovered that Luke Evans, Pixie Lott, Oliver Cheshire and a few others had bowed out of Café de Paris early for what turned out to be a civilised (well, ish), indulgent and end to a fabulous evening.
Wining down at Chiltern Street Firehouse…
Thankfully the last day of LCM SS15 was a late starter for me as, if I’m honest, I was starting to flag just a smidge by this point. But the weather was glorious, the shows stellar and by the time 6pm rolled around I found I was actually quite keen to head out on the town. Funny how that happens, isn’t it? Obviously there was no shortage of options, there never are, but first and foremost it was time for something mildly more educational over in Hoxton Square. This season Stateside Menswear magazine, Details had teamed up with Mr Porter to host their inaugural “tech and tastemakers summit”. For anyone with an interest in online… Scrap that, anyone with any professional involvement in the fashion industry today, this was a major must attend. With speakers ranging from Lou Dalton and Christopher Raeburn to Google’s Matt Bush, Lyst CEO Chris Morton and Details’ Style Director, the lovely Eugene Tong, it was utterly fascinating. I wish I could attend all over again if I’m honest having had about seven hours more sleep and armed with a dictophone or at least, an iPhone with more than 3% battery.
Left: Me. Right: Eugene Tong & Lou Dalton
Tech & Tastemakers summit in session…
Chloe Green & Harold Tillman at the Dunhill x GQ Style party
Mind whirring with all my newly acquired tech knowledge, I joined Andrew and Clym to head back to central London for the official LCM SS15 closing party hosted by GQ Magazine and Alfred Dunhill.Held inside the walled garden and exquisite townhouse that is Dunhill’s Mayfair boutique, this turned out to be one of the loveliest events I’ve attended in a while. Basically everyone I’d have hoped to be there was, as well the most stylish slebs doing the London rounds that week. The champagne was flowing, the outdoor area accommodated smoking-while-drinking-while-mingling (holy grail of party facilities) and all in all it was the perfect finale to three fantastic, fun and totally knackering days (and nights) of London Collections Men.
So that’s LCM SS15 over and out! Roll on the women’s shows in September…
Love Ella. X