Before anyone gets the wrong end of the stick and thinks I’ve been off gallivanting in The Hamptons I have to tell you, sadly that couldn’t be further from the truth. I have in fact been desperately attempting to wear Summer clothes in distinctly non-summery London and getting thoroughly cold in the process but, on the bright side, American shoe designer, Vince Camuto bought a little bit of beach chic to Blighty with the launch of his first European store on my beloved High Street Kensington. Having been out for a lengthy dinner at Aubaine with my BFF and consuming obscene quantities of Sancerre (more on that later) the previous evening, I didn’t feel at my most fabulous as I made my way to Regents Park tube last Wednesday afternoon. Pretty Ballerina was running an all day event involving cupcakes and customised loafers so I’d planned on hitting that up at 5.30pm before going on to Vince’s event and then finally heading to Kings Cross for the J.Crew bash with an itsu pitstop thrown in somewhere in the middle. After completely losing track of time, struggling to decide what to wear and getting myself into a state of complete stress meltdown I left home rather later than planned, arrived at Sloane Square ten minutes after the Pretty Ballerinas event finished then got the wrong tube to High St Ken and spent an increasingly angry 45 minutes taking a ridiculously convoluted route to party numero uno.
One box of salmon sushi later I felt a little less sulky and made my way to the newly opened and extremely slick Vice Camuto store just in time to strike a pose on the pink carpet before grabbing a glass of champagne and joining the fray.
By 7.30pm the place was already filling up and I spied Olivia Grant, Leah Weller, Leah Wood, Angela Scanlon and Florence Brudenell Bruce among my fellow guests as well as Bip Ling who would be Dj-ing that evening. Sadly my transport (slash wardrobe) nightmare had put me so behind schedule that I couldn’t hang around and after a spot of mingling, another glass of champagne and quizzing Rosie Fortsecue on her A-MAZING tweed biker jacket (Sandro, unsurprisingly) it was time to head north for party number two.
Love Ella. X