If you read yesterday’s review of Bread Street Kitchen you may remember that, as chance would have it, family Beckham just so happened to be dining there the very same evening as me. If I seemed weirdly cool about the situation – especially as a Spice Girls obsessive who grew up on a diet of double denim dreams courtesy of Posh n’ Becks – it is because I had in fact spent an evening with David himself earlier that week… Well, kind of. If there’s one thing David Beckham knows well it’s football. If there’s one look he rocks masterfully it’s all things pants related. H&M doesn’t yet produce a range of footie gear (yet?) but they do dole out some excellent swim gear and enlisted ol’ Golden Balls to lend a helping *ahem* hand. To celebrate this glorious union and the tight whiteys that are its fruits H&M decided to throw an A-list bash atop Shoreditch House roof. Unsurprisingly, it was pretty awesome. I kicked off my evening at PRISM’s boutique opening in Marylebone (still kicking myself for not going to the after party at Chiltern St Firehouse, Jude Law was there, swoon). The store is seriously cool, but when else would you expect from London’s Queen of mind bogglingly stylish swimwear and sunglasses, Anna Laub? After polishing off an unspecified minty cocktail, ogling E-V-E-R-Y damn item on display and congratulating Anna on her general fabulousness it was time to head on to Shoreditch House.
Me & Anna Laub
Lovely Anna in PRISM’s incredible store, go visit now!!
Me & Nik at Shoreditch House
What with David Beckham playing guest of honour and One Direction rumored to be in attendance, H&M’s rooftop soiree was a seriously hot ticket affair. By the time I arrived paparazzi lined Ebor Street and there a whole lot of excitement in the air. As the lift doors opened the first thing I saw was Suzy Menkes (possibly most legendary fashion editor of them all, bar Anna, and absolutely terrifying in my opinion) reclining on a white poolside lounger. Not something you see everyday but something that made me feel this was a very good party to be at. Elsewhere beautiful, beautifully dressed people milled all around drinking an array of cocktails you would not believe. Besides the fun of everyone-who’s-everyone (who wasn’t at the PRISM party, obvs) being there, it was the kind of really lovely ‘do filled with lots of people I’m genuinely very good friends with and therefore shaped up to be a laugh… A laugh involving David Beckham, an open bar, skyline views of London and incredibly stylish surroundings.
Me, Nik & Naomi
Becks, Ellie Goulding and a coupla’ lads from 1D whose names I don’t know but faces I like…
Foxes, looking foxy, and Eliza Doolittle, coincidentally also looking foxy
As much fun as everyone was having, there was certainly an air of anticipation about proceedings. There was one reason for this, and once reason only. We were all awaiting the arrival of DB. I always find it fascinating how certain individuals are capable of spurring ordinarily cool-as-ice fashion folk into the kind of over excited frenzy that results in queuing/pushing/physically assaulting for selfies and generally behaving like teenagers. There are only two people who I’ve seen have this effect: Karl Lagerfeld and David Beckham. I’m not above causing GBH with a stiletto if necessary but on this occasion, Becks was so surrounded I could see there would really have been no point trying. Instead I settled on a surreptitiously snapped shot of him kissing Suzy Menkes which I think may have been the better, if rather more bizarre, option.
My friends Naomi and Nick both interviewed Becks for their mags – Metro and GQ, respectively – and discovered that it was in fact his tight trunks that sealed the deal with Victoria. So boys if you’re reading, the moral is, get yourselves to H&M and invest in a few pairs of budgie smugglers designed by David.
Love Ella. X