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Bailey’s Stardust

"David Bailey: Bailey's Stardust' Private View at National Portrait Gallery, London, UK - 03 February 2014

David Bailey, photography legend. Perhaps one of the most legendary in the history of ever. Not a particularly eloquent way of putting it I admit but true nonetheless. Over a career spanning five decades and counting, Bailey has redefined ideas about beauty, celebrity and the very concept of fashion and portrait photography. His subjects have included everyone from Kate Moss to the Rolling Stones and continues to influence, inspire and enrapture. This was a point truly drummed home for me by Bailey’s Stardust sponsored by HUGO BOSS, an incredible exhibition of 250 plus of his finest works which opened last week at the National Portrait Gallery.

I don’t claim to be a serious culture vulture. The only two films I’ve seen at the cinema over the past 12 months were Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa and Anchorman two, both works of cinematic brilliance (or at least mega lols) but unlikely to earn their directors a Palme D’Or. I do however really love a good exhibition. Wandering around the hallowed halls of an artistic haven, gazing open mouthed at things you cannot comprehend a human being could create. The only thing that can improve the experience is a plentiful supply of champagne and blissful lack of camera toting tourists (iPhone toting fashion folk also obstruct the view but at least they do so wearing really nice shoes) and these qualities are what make private views always worth attending.

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"David Bailey: Bailey's Stardust' Private View at National Portrait Gallery, London, UK - 03 February 2014

Wearing HUGO BOSS

After an achingly long day of uni followed by a high speed outfit change/dinner/hysterics-and-hugging session at Soho House, my BFF Char and I pitched up at the National Portrait Gallery to be greeted by about a zillion flashing cameras. Whether or not they actually meant to flash in my direction I have no idea but they did capture a few unbelievably unflattering images of me pulling strange faces while struggling out of my many layers which are no doubt lurking on the internet somewhere. Given the vast coterie of A lister, supermodels and rockstars that have posed as Bailey’s subjects, it’s no wonder the the paps were out in force that night. And they certainly wouldn’t be leaving with empty hands, or rather empty memory cards, as Jerry Hall, Zandra Rhodes, Grayson Perry, Jasmine Guinness, Caroline Issa, Graham Norton and Mossy herself were just a few of the famous faces who showed up looking hot to pay homage to Mr Bailey.

"David Bailey: Bailey's Stardust' Private View at National Portrait Gallery, London, UK - 03 February 2014

David Bailey & Kate Moss

"David Bailey: Bailey's Stardust' Private View at National Portrait Gallery, London, UK - 03 February 2014

Caroline Issa

"David Bailey: Bailey's Stardust' Private View at National Portrait Gallery, London, UK - 03 February 2014

Grayson Perry

"David Bailey: Bailey's Stardust' Private View at National Portrait Gallery sponsered by Hugo Boss and cocktails by Ciroc, London, UK - 03 February 2014

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Jerry Hall and David Bailey

Jerry Hall & David Bailey

As for the photos themselves, well, where to even begin. After navigating the paparazzi fray – throwing my assorted cold weather accoutrements at a mildly bemused Char as I went in an attempt to look vaguely elegant – we entered the gallery to be confronted by a vast shot of Michael Caine mischievously lifting his glasses. This image just about sums up what is so utterly awesome about David Bailey. He doesn’t just create beautiful photographs, although he certainly does that too, Bailey captures his subjects’ personality. Walking through the thematically arranged exhibition, this was the what struck me most about the works on display. Whether it’s Bailey’s shots of Rudolf Nureyev, John Lennon, Paul McCartney and the Kray twine from his 1960s Black and White Icons series, or a topless, space headgear clad Abby Lee Kershaw from an i-D Magazine spread just a couple of years ago, every image appears to leap from the frame while epitomising the zeitgeist of the period during which it was conceived.

"David Bailey: Bailey's Stardust' Private View at National Portrait Gallery, London, UK - 03 February 2014

"David Bailey: Bailey's Stardust' Private View at National Portrait Gallery, London, UK - 03 February 2014

Having had a look at other reviews of Bailey’s Stardust I was rather dismayed to see it slated by some critics. Admittedly, I’m no professional in the field, but the exhibition promised a riveting, enjoyable overview of Bailey’s incredible career and from where I stood it seemed to deliver. One publication, somewhat pointedly disparaged the entertainment value of Bailey’s work and the retrospective. Indeed, both are entertaining, but as fas as I’m concerned that doesn’t detract from the beauty of and talent behind some of the most iconic, recognisable and character packed images taken in the fifty years. The entertainment V art dichotomy opens up a debate I’m not even going to go into right now for fear of boring you all senseless. But rest assured, it’s coming soon, perhaps when you least expect it…

"David Bailey: Bailey's Stardust' Private View at National Portrait Gallery, London, UK - 03 February 2014

Bailey’s Stardust will be on at the National Portrait Gallery until June 1st 2014. I highly recommend seeing it! A huge thank you to hosts with the mosts HUGO BOSS for a wonderful evening and for dressing me so beautifully.

Love Ella. X

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The Week of Peter Pilotto

Peter Pilotto, Christopher De Vos

Christopher De Vos & Peter Pilotto

As you may have gathered from this subtly nuanced post title, last week was all about Peter Pilotto. On Tuesday the uber talented design duo scooped up this year’s BFC/Vogue Designer Fashion Fund Award, a seriously major achievement by anyone’s standards especially considering that their fellow nominees were OSMAN, House of Holland, Emilia Wickstead, Mary Katrantzou and Zoe Jordan. I was lucky enough to be at Cafe Royal with the great and the good of London’s sartorial community for the official announcement soiree which was lovely, obvs fancy do’s always are. But it was even more exciting for me because I’ve posted about the award since 2011 and always dreamt of getting closer to the whole thing than just reading about it on Style.com! I’d also chosen to wear my beloved Peter Pilotto pencil skirt for the occasion (partially because I love it, partially because I don’t own any Mary Katrantzou or Emilia Wickstead… yet) so felt thoroughly smug about that. Anyway, enough unattractive smugness, that evening was all about Christopher and Peter whose boldly beautiful take on colour, print and eye boggling awesomeness wows critics and consumers alike.

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Wearing Peter Pilotto c/o THE OUTNET (available to buy here)

The very next night my eyes were boggled by their talent once again at an intimate dinner hosted by Net-a-Porter to celebrate the Peter Pilotto x Target collection. I can’t even begin to describe my excitement when that invitation arrived! After a very, very long day involving a major uni presentation and many hours spent in an archive all the while feeling an unpleasant combination of grubby and stressed because I’d overslept so badly I hadn’t had time to shower, it was both surreal and wonderful to be slipping into a silky Peter Pilotto number and whisking across town to what I knew would be an incredible evening. The venue was the incredible Dairy Art Building, an achingly cool, architectural triumph of a place with raw concrete floors and neon strip lighting. After walking in (via the photo board for a quick pose, natch) the first thing you saw was a selection of outfits from the collection itself, artistically displayed amongst black glass mirrors. I’m often dubious about high street/designer collabs as you know but this one is frankly brilliant. As in, I literally want all of it and ideally to be a fly on the wall the morning it hits stores. I predict a riot (sorry, couldn’t resist!).

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The collection!

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Would like all of these please

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Lucy Yeomans, Peter Pilotto, Ben Matthews, Alison Loehnis, Christopher De Vos, Lisa Bridgett

This space also played host to a whole lotta mingling going on. And with fellow guests including the likes of Net-a-Porter Editor, Lucy Yeomans and Business of Fashion Founder, Imran Ahmed it was some pretty fantastic mingling. Aside from ogling the collection,I caught up with fellow bloggers Ella Gregory and Catherine Kallon, chatted about our upcoming Aspinal of London x Glamour Magazine event with Angela Scanlon and indulged in an Instagram session with Kim Hersov and Alison Loehnis.

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Me & Angela

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Me, Ella Gregory & Catherine Kallon

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Me, Alison & Kim

Several hours of mingling later it was time to take our seats and the dining area took my breath away. In the centre of a vast, raw concrete floored room stood a long table, exquisitely decorated with silver candles and delicate crystal goblets (well, fancy wine glasses anyway). Once everyone was happily ensconced with a drink in front of them a troop of model gorgeous waiters filed out and stood behind each seat. The dinner that followed was complete and utter perfection. My only issue was that I desperately wanted to enjoy the conversation and the incredibly delicious meal and it was tricky trying to concentrate on too such delectable things at once. I know right, poor me.

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Le Table!

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Lamb-stagram (sorry)

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Pud

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Dinner in action

Peter Pilotto’s 9 piece, limited time only collection for Target will be available to buy on Net-a-Porter from February 9th… Or in stores for those based in the States and have extremely sharp elbows.

Love Ella. X

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Lacoste in Paris

As you may have gathered from my no doubt infuriating Instagram feed, last week I managed to fit two trips to Paris into the space of four days. Admittedly the first trip wasn’t exactly full on fabulousness, research days spent in archives rarely are, but the second which came courtesy of Lacoste most definitely was. Before we go any further, let me take you back a few years to the start of my relationship with the quintessential French sportswear brand. Picture the scene, your’s truly aged 11 or 12 finally, after months of whinging, moaning and sulking manages to persuade her long suffering parents to buy her the Lacoste crocodile logo polo shirt she so covets. Baby blue in colour, immaculate in cut, she wears it with everything (particularly denim mini skirts, footless tights and over straightened hair… oh the shame) until eventually it becomes a health risk to do so anymore. Back then I had no idea about the brand’s legacy, or how to dress for that matter. Fast forward a decade and I like to think I have slightly more of a clue about the two, at least I hope so.

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You know how much I love me a label with a legacy and, mes amies, Lacoste is just that. Founded by René Lacoste, French tennis star nicknamed “the crocodile”, back in 1933 the company’s ingenious mesh material polo shirts soon transcended the heat of the American courts they were originally designed to combat and became THE preppy staple of the late 20th century. No WASP’s wardrobe was complete without several. But of course, a polo shirt alone does not a global mega brand make and through diversification into everything from bed sheets to beachwear Lacoste expanded to become just that. Today though, the company is about far more than the bottom line. Under the Creative Direction of Felipe Oliveira Baptista, Lacoste has begun to be hailed as a fashion force to be reckoned with and having attended their breathtakingly chic shows during New York Fashion Week several seasons in a row, I can attest to that. The catwalk collections garner critical acclaim while their classic sportif staples continue to fly off shelves all over the globe, an impressive feat no doubt about that. So when Lacoste invited me to attend the unveiling of their new campaign, “Life Is A Beautiful Sport,” in the French fashion capital I didn’t need to think twice before saying yes. The idea of witnessing the next step in a sartorial journey spanning almost a century was too tempting to resist and come on, what sane individual turns down a whirlwind Paris trip!?

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On Thursday night I could barely sleep for sheer anticipation of the events to come. Well, a combination of excitement and mild stress because I would be going straight from a crack of dawn gym/wash/work start to and very exciting photo shoot (ooooh you just watch this space!) to the Eurostar, hoping to catch up on emails, blog posts and uni reading somewhere along the way. For once, all went without a hitch and I even found time to pick up an itsu box and gross my fellow passengers out by gorging on sushi half the way to Paris. Even arriving after darkness has fallen and temperatures have plummeted, the city is magnifique and I spent my taxi journey gazing out onto the exquisite streets feeling a mixture of unattractive smugness and sheer unbridled awe. As for the hotel itself, what can I say, it was awesome. Located in the super hip area of République and Oberkampf (think Shoreditch but infinitely better) Hôtel Fabric is a rare combination of achingly cool, perfectly decorated and deliciously welcoming. Think shabby chic, exposed piped loft meets pop cultural homage to fun meets interior designer’s wet dream; it’s both wonderful and strangely homely. Sadly I didn’t have much time to kick back in my gorgeous room or loll on my super chic, art deco fab pink and stripy bed. After a swift but delicious room service-while-getting-ready session followed by a drink in the bar with fellow guest Menswear Style’s Craig Landale it was time to party! And Lacoste’s campaign launch celebration was one HELL of a party.

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Held at La Générale, a vast warehouse esque space on L’Avenue Parmentier, the second our car pulled up I knew we were in for a good night. The entire venue had been transformed into a brightly lit and beautiful, high ceilinged emporium of fashionable fun. Set over two floors there were live installations, ping pong tables, multiple bars and live music. Despite being a mere half hour or so fashionable late the place was packed, no meat feat considering its size. Given the whirlwind nature of the trip, I didn’t have much of an idea which other bloggers Lacoste was shipping out for the event. I was delighted to be reunited with Betty Autier and Mathieu Lebreton who I hadn’t really seen since the Gucci trip and both of whose blogs I stalk endlessly. Other Lacoste bloggers included Fashion Toast’s Rumi Neeley (another one firmly bookmarked) so all in all, I was in pretty major company.

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I read an article in February Vogue musing on whether there’s much point to fashion month shipping (or rather flying/Eurostar-ing) basically the exact same group of people around the world for half the year. Personally this is one of the things I adore about it so much. Whatever stylish city you’re fashion weeking in there are guaranteed to be people you know, like and want to party with. This was most definitely the case at Lacoste’s campaign launch bash and my over excitement at being reunited with Michael Shane bordered on hazardous to those around me. By the time this excitement subsided (well, ish) there was something else to get pumped about, namely the grand unveiling of Lacoste’s “Life Is A Beautiful Sport” campaign a breathtaking film directed by Seb Edwards and starring rising French actor Paul Hamy.

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The film, and accompanying campaign set in a cityscape skyline, beautifully merged Lacoste’s sporting heritage with the clean lines and pared back everyday elegance associated with the brand today. The overarching message; life is a beautiful sport, whether you live it on the sidewalk or the tennis court. The full campaign video will premiere on February 7th and trust me, you’ll want to put that date in your diary.

A huge thank you to Lacoste and Starworks for a truly wonderful not-even-24-hours in Paris!

Love Ella x

Event & Campaign images courtesy of Stephane Cardinal and SAY WHO Jean Picon

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LCM AW14 Party Round Up

So you’ve heard about the shows I attended and large amounts of mingling that took place in between, now let’s talk about what went down when the lights went out. Well, not “out” exactly but it sounded snappy (right?) and you know what I mean. This may have only been London Collections Men’s fourth season but already it’s become synonymous with really awesome parties. AW14 kicked off with a very refined affair hosted by none other than GQ Magazine and Dolce & Gabbana with Kylie Minogue (!!!) playing guest of honour. As a child of the nineties and shameless pop music lover I completely and utterly adore Kylie. Add Italy’s most iconic design duo, a store that resembles a palazzo and some seriously fine wine into the mix and you’ve got a recipe for one spectacular evening. In honour of Miss Minogue and the general fabulousness I suspected would ensue, I donned the REDValentino number I’d been saving for a special occasion and my new Sophia Webster heart detailed shoes. Given that I rather resembled a human cupcake, I hoped others would embrace the glamour of La Dolce Vita and get their gladrags on. Luck was on my side and for once I hadn’t grossly misjudged the dress code; there were more slick Dolce suits than you could shake a stick at and Kylie looked exquisite in polka dots.

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David Gandy, Kylie Minogue & Charlie Siem at the GQ Magazine x Dolce & Gabbanna party

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Me & Thom Evans at the GQ Magazine x Dolce & Gabbana Party

Dolce & Gabbana London Collections: Men Event

It was a serene and splendid evening spent catching up with friends and even enjoying a violin performance by Charlie Siem (how civilized!). Later wiping out in my Sophia Websters on the slippery floor of Hammersmith tube station while, to my shame, clutching a bag of MacDonalds French fries was rather less dignified; bloody English weather.

As you might remember, London Collections Men day 1 was a cracker kicking off with Topman making it rain and ending with my dear friends Ada Zanditon and Nik Thakkar’s first catwalk show. Aside from the excellent clothes, one of the great things about the Ada + Nik show was that as soon as the models took their final bow, Sebastian Bartz hit the decks and the runway turned into the after party.

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Ada Zanditon & Nik Thakkar

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Alistair Guy, Me & Oz Thakkar on the FROW at Ada + Nik

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Sebastian Bartz on the decks at the Ada + Nik party

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Me & model Jimmy Q at the Ada + Nik party

After congratulating the designers on one hell of a performance I spotted my usual fashion week partners in crime, Serena and Millie. Having not seen either of them since early December hugging, squealing and general over excitement ensued. By the time we’d calmed down and guzzled a couple of Snow Queen vodka cocktails it was time to hit party number two.

Next up, was a cocktail ‘do held by my beloved Mulberry. Such is my love for this brand that they could frankly invite me to the opening of an envelope in Skegness and I’d be there. This, however, was a chic soiree on Bond Street packed with some of my favourite fashion faces alongside the likes of Arizona Muse, Suzy Menkes, Caroline Rush and Natalie Massenet. We got stuck into G&T’s and deliciously indulgent treats from Mark Hix “Fish n’ Hix” van parked outside (step up from the previous evening’s fries, no?).

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Gin O’Clock!

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Arizona Muse et Moi at the Mulberry party

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Suzy Menkes

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Fish Dog anyone?

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Naomi, Millie & Me at the Mulberry Party

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Natalie Massenet at the Mulberry party

After a thoroughly enjoyable hour or so ogling the bags and catching up with Naomi (hadn’t seen her in all of, um, two hours), Tanya Burr and stateside pal, Eugene Tong, it was time to hit the road. Party number three was calling.

Each season, there are always a couple of parties that everyone is going to and even the most usually nonchalant are excited about. The Esquire Magazine bash at Rosewood’s new London hotel was definitely that, and then some. With DJ sets from Charlie XCX and Boy George (!!) plus limitless Johnnie Walker Gold Label Reserve cocktails I suspected things were about to get raucous and I was not wrong. Quite literally everyone was in attendance. From Tinie Tempah, David Dandy and Dermot O’Leary to all my regular fash pals.

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Bar fully stocked with Johnnie Walker

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Wearing Coach & Whistles at the Esquire Magazine party

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David Gandy & Zara Martin at the Esquire party

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Lilah Parsons & Wretch 32

We danced, we drank and I forced everyone back onto the dancefloor against their’ will before the night was done. Pain may have been writ large all over our faces at the J.W. Anderson show the next morning but boy, it was worth it.

For a day with just four shows, day number 2 seemed incredibly long but by the time darkness fell I magically felt sprightly again, weird how that happens isn’t it? And it was lucky I did because my first evening engagement was another homage to the creative talent of a dear friend, the private view of Alistair Guy’s latest photography exhibition, White Shirts. Alistair is one hell of a portrait photographer and the images of David Gandy, Jack Fox, Mr Phillip Start and a coterie of other notable gentleman were the perfect combination of soft and striking. Simplicity was key, both in the works and the exhibition space itself located in Soho Members spot, the Century Club. The ever dashing David Gandy was also in attendance along with most of the London fashion community. After congratulating Alistair on a truly excellent body of work it was time for me to say my goodbyes and pop across town to Libertys.

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Alistair Guy at his White Shirts Private View

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Alistair Guy & David Gandy

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Me & Alistair (clearly I did not think through the effects of pale cream underwear + flash photography, soz)

Last season I was well and truly gutted to miss this bash, co-hosted by Men’s Health Magazine, YMC and Liberty London. Everyone had gone on and on about it afterwards, while I’d spent the evening curled up in the foetal position thanks to the agony of acute ulcerative pharyngitis. Not that I felt sorry for myself or anything. This time around nothing and no one was going to stop me attending, even the fact that ever single other LCM attendee seemed equally determined. The place was packed fit to burst but despite the crowds we managed to grab a plateful of Moscow Mules and even find space for a boogie.

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Me & Tanya Burr at the Men’s Health x YMC x Liberty London party

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Tinie Tempah rocking MAJOR florals at Libertys 

Once I’d managed to lose the cloakroom twice, “accidentally” venture into the store itself and catch up with Courtney Blackman, we hot footed it up the road to the London EDITION. Another party!? I hear you say and I admit, three in one night seems excessive. But I hasten to add it was only about 9pm (ok, 10) by this point, and hey, it’s not London Collections Men every day. The London EDITION opened just in time for LFW SS14 and swiftly established itself as the prime location for stylish debauchery in the city. During the fashion week interlude, this reputation didn’t wane and I’ve spent many an evening sipping Sancerre there over the past months. The host for the particular soiree was Ben Sherman who were toasting their latest collection. Down in the basement things were in full swing and we got ourselves straight on the dancefloor. Among my fellow revelers were Stylenoir Editor, James Joseph, Company Magazine’s Alexxsia Elizabeth, designer-of-the-moment Charlie May and Camille of Camille Over The Rainbow.

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Me arriving at the Ben Sherman party

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Ben Sherman Party

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Inside The London EDITION Basement

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Eliza Doolittle at the Ben Sherman party

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Suzy Street, James Joseph, Me & Charlotte Bell at the Ben Sherman party

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Me & Alexxsia Elizabeth at The London EDITION

Many dances later a group of use decided to hit Soho House for sustenance and there we sat laughing and snacking until they booted us out into the chilly almost-dawn. All in all, a damn good couple of days! And not long until fashion month…

Love Ella. X

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Isabel Marant Takes London

Isabel Marant London Dinner And Party

So, picking up where we left off with a cliff hanger promise… Party number two on that chilly Thursday evening was hosted by none other than Isabel Marant. And it started at 11pm which, for a fash bash, is pretty wild in itself. And who was it that kept us out on the town until silly o’clock? None other than Isabel Marant who made a whirlwind trip to London to toast the unveiling of her long awaited Mayfair boutiques and remind us quite how well Parisiennes know how to party.

Isabel Marant London Dinner And Party

C’est moi!

I’m sure you’ll argree that Isabel Marant is unequivocally, one of if not THE coolest designer in Paris. The insane fashion feeding frenzy surrounding her H&M collab proved this, as does the even more insane (or totally justified, in the opinion of many including myself) prices they’re fetching in eBay. Marant’s designs simply ooze effortless, give a damn, chicness so it stands to reason that any soirée hosted by the woman herself would be a good one. And it was, oh it was.

Jacquette Wheeler, Isabel Marant & Natalie Massenet

Isabel Marant London Dinner And Party

Tallulah Harlech & Martha Ward

Isabel Marant London Dinner And Party

Arizona Muse

As you might remember from my previous party diary, Nik, Millie, Christian and I had spent the earlier hours of the evening revelling at iconic London department store, Fortnums & Masons. By the time we piled out and were in a taxi tearing through Soho I was so over excited about the possibility of meeting Isabel herself (!) all thoughts of feigning French nonchalance went out the window. My invitation read “Welsh Church” and none of us could work out where the hell the place was. After trooping up and down Shaftesbury Avenue a few times we saw a gaggle of sartorially gifted folk piling into a doorway and knew we’d hit the jackpot. The space itself was, as the name suggested, a gloriously high ceilinged former church that had been transformed into a twinkling, antique furnished den of glamourous iniquity. The cocktails were flowing and the music deafening meaning that in lieu of polite chat we all soon found ourselves on the dancefloor. In between all that dancing (and we did a lot of dancing and, rather embarrassingly, I instigated a dance off on more than one occasion) I was lucky enough to get a bit of face time with the woman of the hour herself who, it has to be said, was utterly lovely. Like many Brits, I have a pathological and largely unfounded fear that any stylish, successful French woman I meet will be intimidating beyond belief and probably mean to me. I’m yet to experience this ever actually being the case, even in fashion. Not only was Isabel charming, she also seemed like a hell of a lot of fun, dancing cigarette in hand looking stylish beyond belief in skinny trousers and a silver sequinned tee.

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Bip Ling & Mary Charteris

Isabel Marant London Dinner And Party

Christian, Me, Millie & Nik

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Isabel Marant & Me

This was, hands down, one of the best fashion parties I’ve ever been lucky enough to attend… Even if it did leaving me wishing I was French in a pretty major way.

Love Ella. X

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