In theory the fashion industry shuts down during August, or at least that’s what I’d been led to believe. I don’t know whether it’s the Olympics, the fact fashion week’s coming early this year (thank you Milan!) or simply because I’ve got busier but from where I’m sitting, the past few weeks have been no less manic than usual. Not that I’m complaining of course, few things make me happier than trotting from party to party leaving a trail of emptied champagne glasses, business cards and twitpics in my wake. Last Thursday played host to some extremely stylish soirees, and I know I say this most weeks but frankly, it’s true. First on the party agenda was the launch of the much-anticipated Garance Doré for Kate Spade collection.
After a brief meet n’ greet at the Diesel bash I was back on the Piccadilly line and off to party number two, an evening to celebrate British fashion at Harvey Nichols. Over the past two years I’ve been lucky enough to attend some fairly fabulous events but I have to say, this was a pretty spectacular one. Harvey Nichols’ entire 5th floor restaurant had been taken over for the occasion and immaculately uniformed waiters circulated proffering lethally strong (but very pretty) cocktails and delectable canapes.
Apparently Tuesday is now the new Thursday, which of course was the new Friday… Until Tuesday took over, confused? I know I was when someone shared these pearls of wisdom with me. Not least because, from where I’m sitting, Thursday nights still seem pretty party heavy. Last week I was, once again, back in my 6 inchers and off on the fash bash rounds, kicking things off with the Diesel Covent Garden store launch.
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!
I heard rumours that the London fashion calendar was going to grind to a halt during the Olympics… Evidently that was a fib. Not that I’m complaining though as this week’s been a particularly fabulous one. On Tuesday morning I spent a very happy couple of hours toasting the launch of the brand, spanking new Juicy Couture flagship store with all my favourite fellow bloggers. It was a true testament to the power of Juicy Couture that we all made it for their eye-watering 8am kick off. We were lured out of bed at that unearthly hour with the promise of a ‘special surprise’, which Juicy certainly delivered by way of Tali Lennox and a bevvy of delectable male models crusing up Regents Street on hot-pink Vespas.
After that it was time to check out the store which had been given the full Juicy Couture treatment with boudoir furnishings, sparkle and of course, the brand’s latest collections. I always enjoy a fashion week reunion and yesterday morning London’s blogger contingent was out in force that morning with Ella of Coco’s Tea Party, Reem of Five Five Fabulous, Emily of Fashion Foie Gras and Zahra of Lyla Loves Fashion (and many more) all in attendance. We ogled the clothes (and the boys), moaned about the tube (which has actually ground to a halt thanks to the Olympics) and got stuck in to a truly delicious breakfast.
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