Isn’t it funny how last minute decisions often turn out to be the best ones? You know, those spur of the moment nights out where you end up dancing until dawn. Or that unplanned handbag purchase that ends up being a cost-per-wear marvel. Having vowed to give parties a miss last week in an attempt to get vast amounts of uni work done, I caved on Wednesday and decided to pop along to the Casio London bash “just for a quick one”. I don’t know if you’ve ever managed to achieve the holy grail of mid week partying and head home to bed by 10pm, I sure as hell haven’t. I also don’t know what in God’s name gave me the impression that this ‘do was going to be super low key, it most certainly wasn’t.
As I rounded the corner to Covent Garden piazza I was greeted by hoard of paps outside the store, vying for the best shot at the attendees. After navigating my way through the fray I realised that things weren’t going to get any calmer inside. The Casio London boutique was packed fit to burst with fashion friends and famous faces, sipping champagne and squeezing past one another in the chic but not exactly roomy space. Once I’d nabbed a drink I made a beeline for lovely photographer and my regular party pal, Alistair Guy who introduced his distinguished looking companion as Philip Start, Founder of Start London and Mr Start. This immediately caused me to start (no pun intended) gushing rather embarrassingly about how much I adore him and his stores. Luckily it transpired that Mr Start had actually been taking a picture of my Gap shirt before I walked over which made me feel like marginally less of a desperate stalker. It soon became evident that Casio London really was THE place to be that evening. Mary Charteris was on the decks and my fellow guests included everyone from Olivia Grant, Amber Atherton and Tolula Adeyemi to Jessica Lowndes (AKA Adrianna off 90210) and songstress Liane La Havas.
By the time things wrapped up at Casio, all thoughts of curling up in bed with a cup of peppermint tea had been long forgotten and I found myself being persuaded along to Asia de Cuba for the after party dinner. If it was good times I was after then I was certainly in the right company. After stuffing our faces with Asia de Cuba’s culinary treats and guzzling a Lychee Martini or three we piled into cabs and relocated en mass to Libertine club where, as luck would have it, Tolula was dj’ing that very eve. Perhaps not the most sensible way to spend a wednesday night but hey, you’re only young once.
As you no doubt surmised from my Vestiaire Collective wish list, the fabulous Parisian designer re-seller celebrated their UK site’s first anniversary last week. Of course, no fashion occasion is complete without party so they decided to host an intimate soiree at Cafe Royal on Regents Street. Having paid several visits to the opulent art deco venue over the past few months, I was excited to be returning for a couple of hours’ cocktail drinking and mingling with some of my favourite fashion people. Add a shiny Zoe Jordan mini dress into the mix and the whole thing seemed like a pretty perfect evening to me.
Having left home late before discovering that a) it was way too cold for bare legs and b) the shoes I was wearing hate feet, I decided to take a taxi. I don’t know whether you’ve ever been silly enough to drive through central London at 7pm on a Thursday… It’s a very bad idea indeed. Twenty minutes of standstill traffic later I arrived in a fluster but my mood lifted within seconds of entering the ornately decorated bar and having a welcome glass of champagne thrust at me. While not a long or extravagant event, my fellow guests included Vogue’s Emma Elwick-Bates, Bay Garnett, Jade Parfitt and Laura Bailey.
The evening was understated, elegant and effortlessly cool… A fitting birthday celebration for a company that embodies all those things.
It’s official. Conde Nast are taking over the (fashion) world… Well either them or Net-a-Porter, possibly both. No longer content with owning countless magazines all over the globe, the publishing giant has now opened its own college to mould the minds of future sartorial leaders. Opinions have been fairly divided about this venture and I have to admit I was pretty dubious myself, especially considering the fees. Then I attended the launch party and heard the opening speeches from Conde Nast President, Nicholas Coleridge and Easy Living Editor turned college principle, Susie Forbes. Forbes and Coleridge explained that rather than teaching students how to design and make clothes, the 10 week Vogue Fashion Certificate and 1 year Vogue Fashion Diploma courses will educate them on the other all-important areas of the industry, ranging from PR and Marketing to Journalism and Styling. Of course, Conde Nast know the ins-and-outs of the fashion world better than anyone and will no doubt be able to offer students contacts and job opportunities on par with Central Saint Martins or FIT. But the aspect I find most interesting is the decidedly business focused approach they will be taking. Having heard practically everyone who spoke at Vogue Festival the previous weekend emphasise the importance of commerce as the necessary counterpart to creativity, launching a college to teach just that is an interesting and savvy move from Conde Nast… Anyway, we shall see. On a lighter note, the launch bash was a fabulous one, not that anyone expected anything less.
Say what you like about fashion folk, but you can’t accuse them of lacking in stamina. Despite having spent the weekend working, partying or both at Vogue Festival the usual London faces were out in force. Daisy and Pearl Lowe, Martha Ward, Tallulah Harlech and Alice Temperley all made an appearance along with Caroline Issa, Lucinda Chambers and countless other industry names. In between sipping champagne and snacking on seared scallops we had a poke around the college which I have to say, looked about as slick as it gets.
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…
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