As I mentioned in my most recent outfit post, last Wednesday I attended an incredible event at The Saatchi Gallery. While I had vowed to forsake parties this term in favour of early nights and mornings in the library, when an invitation from Roger Vivier Creative Director, Bruno Frissoni and legendary fashion icon, Ines de la Fressange lands on your doorstep only an idiot would ignore it. I have to admit that after opening mine I did a little dance of glee around the kitchen. Don’t get me wrong a lot of the do’s I go to are fabulous, fun or both (yay) but I had a sneaking suspicion this one would really be something to remember. And uess what? It was.
For some inexplicable reason I always seem to leave sorting out my ensemble for events right until the very last minute. Generally speaking I’m organised to the point of being very annoying and won’t pretend not to be the kind of girl who plans her fashion week outfits months in advance… I even own a specific fashion week rail that takes pride of place in my bedroom twice a year. But while fashion month demands your attention from the second you submit your press accreditation application aeons before it arrives, a mid week soiree can creep up on you. With far more luck than I deserved my Matthew Williamson frock and Roger Vivier clutch were delivered just in time and, joy of joys, they fit like a glove and went perfectly. Feeling incredibly glam and wishing I could dress like that every day, I headed in the direction of Chelsea.
After grabbing a quick drink at a nearby bar (we were worried about being “unfashionably early”) my party pal, Anna Hart and I made our way into the gallery to find the place already packed with more famous fashion faces than you could could shake a stiletto at. While having my picture taken by the Roger Vivier branded board I noticed that next in line for a snap was none other than Jerry Hall looking impossibly beautiful in a slinky scarlet number. Once inside and with a cocktail in hand I realised that this was going to be my very favourite kind of party with fellow guests including the perfect combination of fashion friends and serious A-Listers. In between reminiscing on Rimini with Tali Lennox who was playing DJ for the night and drinking more elderflower martinis than anyone should legally be allowed to consume in an evening I spotted everyone from Jasmine Guinness and Guy Pelly to Camilla Rutherford, David Gandy and Marie Helvin.
As you’ve probably gathered from my instagram feed, I’m a HUGE Roger Vivier fan so being in a space filled with portraits of the brand’s most iconic shoes surrounded by beautiful people wearing their current creations was heaven. All in all, it was a perfect evening and if anyone reading this has a whopping great budget and an urge to throw a party I implore them to do it at the Saatchi Gallery.
I’m the first to admit that my music knowledge is poor at best but even I’ve heard of the Kaiser Chiefs. In fact, I’d go so far as to say I like them and may even have a few of their tunes on my largely abandoned iPod. Anyway let’s be honest, when Burberry invites you to a champagne fuelled gig at their A-MAZING Regents Street emporium you RSVP “oui” regardless of who’s playing.
Christopher Bailey and his talented team have taught me a fair few things this Spring. Firstly there was the London Fashion Week revelation that head to toe latext could be elegant. Don’t believe me? Well then check out Burberry’s oxblood trench coat and playful, peek-a-boo pencil skirts. And last week my beloved Brit brand rekindled a long-forgotten love of live music. Of course it helped that the Kaiser Chiefs are fantastic (and the lead singer had more than a hint of Ryan Gosling about him) but most of all it was just so much fun dancing around watching a band give it their’ all on stage.
My party pal, Millie and I managed to wangle a great spot on the balcony that not only afforded us a great view but also placed us in prime position for champagne refills. The real genius, or rather luck, of our choice only came to light when lead singer x (or as I prefer to think of him, the English Ryan Gosling) came charging upstairs during I Predict a Riot and performed most of the song standing right next to us! We danced, we drank, we sang along and we didn’t have to make any conversation whatsoever… All in all it was a lot of fun and after weeks of press days, meetings and mingling and cocktail parties, it was exactly what I needed. Some say a picture is worth a thousand words but we all know a video’s that bit better so here you go…
As I mentioned in my latest Look Du Jour post, I wasn’t exactly at my best on the evening of the Jaeger Boutique launch party. Fresh of my flight back from Rimini and feeling less than fresh thanks to having rather too much fun at the Calzedonia Swimwear event, I’ll admit I did consider pulling a sicky, skipping the soiree and watching Sex and The City re runs in bed. But my love for Jaeger won out plus, I’d already committed to interviewing one of the Boutique’s newly stocked designers on camera (eek!). Once showered and dressed in an adorable coral number I felt almost human and teetered down Regents Street on my rather precarious heels to a place I visit more often than is healthy for my bank balance, the Jaeger flagship store.
With its’ four floors of Jaeger awesomeness, I can’t get enough of this shop and now they’ve added the boutique, I may as well just move in. Besides the oh-so-adorable Boutique by Jaeger line, this fabulous floor also stocks a carefully edited selection of other independent labels including Preen by Thornton Bregazzi, Studio Nicholson and Charlotte Taylor. Besides independent fashion brands the boutique also contains an exquisite array of stylish treats including delicious smelling candles, homeware, books and a super cute cafe. Like I said, this place is lethal to anyone armed with a credit card.
When I arrived, less than half an hour after the party officially began, the boutique was already packed fit to burst with well dressed guests. The crowd was a mix of London industry insiders and famous fashion faces with Daisy Lowe, Lara Bohinc, Angela Scanlon and Laura Bailey all there to toast the latest venture of the iconic British brand. By this point I was feeling considerably better (although still steering well clear of the champagne) and had a good laugh catching up with some of my blogger pals including Monica of The Elgin Avenue and a double denim clad Peony Lim. I also had the pleasure of being introduced to Claire Judge, the lovely and talented founder of divine lingerie brand Aloe London who I was due to interview later that evening. Before we knew it the cameras were ready to roll and it was time to wave goodbye to the party and head downstairs to shoot our Q&A. The video will be coming your way soon and if you’re ever anywhere near Regents Street I highly recommend a visit to the Jaeger Boutique.
Yes, this seriously happened. Only in the world of fashion could something as banal as an Easter Bonnet translate into a riotous, hilarious champagne fuelled extravaganza. Last Tuesday the swanky Sanderson Hotel played host to a madcap catwalk fash-off hosted by milliner and accessory designer, Fred Butler. Despite living only a short stroll up the road, Char and I arrived at The Sanderson a good hour late thanks to my having to try on six different outfits. Generally speaking, I take about 5 minutes to get ready but the extreme(-y annoying) weather conditions have been messing with my new season mojo. In the end I settled on my trusty lace tee and black silk jaquared from Whistles. Adorable though these pieces may be, I definitely chose the wrong ensemble. The party took place in the courtyard garden area and I was absolutely bloody freezing.
By the time we arrived the place was already packed but luckily my fellow blogger and perennial party pal Millie had arrived on time and bagged a corner table. No sooner had we taken our first sip of Champagne, legendary drag Queen Jonny Woo took to the stage sporting a majestic head dress (and little else) to announce that the competition was about to begin. In case the post title didn’t give it away, the point of the event was an Easter Bonnet Parade, which would see entrants including Piers Atkinson, Antipodium, Tatty Devine and Margot Bowman compete for the title of “bonnet master”. Led by Fred, Vogue Style Editor Emma Elwick-Bates, LOVE Magazine Editor Alex Fury and stylists Margaret Crow and Kim Howells would be judging the designs right in front of us. First up was Antipodium and having absolutely adored their show, I was pretty excited to see what Easter-tastic dream Creative Director, Geoffrey J. Finch would dream up. Showcasing their AMAZING bonnet on a mini skirt clad drag queen who shimmied and strutted down the catwalk, Antipodium got the parade off to a suitably spectacular start and received well-deserved high scores from all of the judges.
As for the designs that followed, well, I think it’s safe to say you’ve never seen bonnets like these before! Ranging from real flowers to black gauze veils, the whole thing had an X Factor meets Alice in Wonderland feel and us non-artistic types (i.e me) were utterly in awe of what we saw on the catwalk. That is, when we weren’t lolling at Jonny Woo’s running commentary and banter with the judges. But of course it was a competition, and there could only be one winner. After much deliberation, aided by more champagne natch, the judges chose Piers Atkinson who’s “Double Yoker Easter Egg Surprise” was nothing short of brilliant… Then again, he is a renowned professional milliner. Antipodium also got a special mention, which made me and no doubt many other attendees happy.
With the competition over and plenty more fun to be had we hit the bar for a mingle before relocating en masse to Soho House and indulging in rather more cocktails than is strictly advisable on a Tuesday. There were certainly a few bleary eyes at press days the next morning, a sure sign of a successful party!
To anyone unfortunate enough to have been following me on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram last Thursday, I apologise for the endless stream of food snaps and commentary. I know full well how annoying Foodstagram and tweets like “omg best dinner ever AND I’m sitting next to the Editor of such-and-such” can be. But, much like selfies, emoticons and excessive abbreviations, sharing ones over excitement with the unsuspecting (and often uninterested) world is a pitfall of social media… Plus, on this occasion I really was having a #totesamaze evening. Continuing on from the other week’s wild Studio Africa launch party, Diesel decided to further celebrate their collaboration with ethical fashion brand EDUN by teaming up with Grazia Magazine to host an intimite dinner.
The dinner was held in the brand’s pop up store, “Diesel Village”, a fantastic African inspired set up on the top floor of their Regents Street flagship. The label have held a few get togethers in the space over the past few weeks but on this occasion it looked cooler than I’ve ever seen it. One area had been transformed into a private Ghanaian Restaurant called The Chop Bar with a beautifully laid table laden with mouthwatering appetizers awaiting our arrival. Having absolutely frozen while waiting for my car outside the Atelier-to-Go event at The Sanderson (tough life lol) fellow blogger, I’d never been more in need of a stiff drink. Luckily cocktail gurus, Soul Shakers had installed their own wooden hut bar in another part of the store so I didn’t need to wait long for my wish to be granted. I’d been promised an “intimate” dinner, which often means 30 + guests but on this occasion they certainly weren’t exaggerating. Besides me and the Diesel team there were barely ten others, including Grazia Editors Lily Russo and Hannah Almassi. After half an hour or so’s mingling we were ushered to our seats and the evening’s chef, Zoe came appeared to tell us about her cooking and pass around traditional Ghanaian wine, drunk communally from a hollowed out coconut.
As a die hard sushi and steak fan, I was slightly dubious about how I’d take to a menu that included black eyen bean terrine, stewed lamb and various spicy sauces. Finding that my preconceptions are completely wrong isn’t exactly a rare occurence and it turned out that Ghanaian cuisine is just about the yummiest thing ever. Two rib ticklingly, belly warmingly delectable courses and God-knows-how-many cocktails later it was time for a spot of pre-pudding entertainment courtesy of musician, Jessica Fitoussi. It’s a true testament to the sultry songstress’ talent that her melodious tones made us stop our, ok my, incessant chatter but she managed it.
All too soon Jessica’s performance drew to a close but our disappointment was soon alleviated by the arrival of incredible peanut brittle served with vanilla ice cream and rich Kenyan coffee. Despite my proclamation some 15 minutes earlier that I “couldn’t physically eat another thing”, the dish was so scrumptious I was tempted to ask for seconds. Our final treat was a shot of mystery liquor which caused many an eye to water and several of us to make the perhaps foolish decision to continue the party in Soho. All in all, it was a fantastic night and a big, BIG thank you to Diesel and Grazia for including me.
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