As I mentioned in my latest outfit post, few brands know how to throw a party like Temperley London. My first introduction to the Temperley after-dark world was their post-show ‘do at the Groucho Club during London Fashion Week AW11. A couple of seasons later I enjoyed late night revels in a Mayfair mansion for the brand’s collaboration celebration soiree with Filofax. This time around, they were toasting the launch of their new flagship store on Bruton Street and regardless of impending University deadlines and stubborn cold, there was no way in hell I was missing that bash!
Despite the fact that I arrived a mere hour after the event’s official start time (AKA unfashionably prompt) the magnificent Mayfair manse was already impressively packed. Within half an hour, so many elegent revellers had descended that you actually had to queue to go up or down the stairs! Ordinarily I would have found that maddening but on this occasion it provided the perfect opporunity to indulge in a spot of surrupticious people watching. Becase of course, it being a Temperley party, the guestlist read like a “who’s who” of fashion industry insiders. Natalie Massinet, Caroline Issa, Lara Bohinc, Charlotte Dellal, Laura Bailey and Jacquetta Wheeler were all in attendance not to mention an endless array of beautiful, well bred young things dressed to impress in their Temperley best. After anywhere between half an hour or two hours (time flies when you’re having fun, even more so when your iPhone dies) of mingling, champagne drinking and gown ogling we were ushered downstairs to watch the Noisettes perform. Despite not really being much of a “music person” I absolutely adore the band and having been bowled over by their performace at Percy Parker’s birthday bash a couple of months back, was dying to see them live again. Shingai Soniwa took to the stage in THE most incredible semi sheer, bedazzled Temperley floor-sweeper and treated us to a rendition of her latest single we’ll never forget.
I had my dreaded end of term mega-presentation at uni the next morning (coming up with a “hypothetical exhibition” is no mean feat, I’ll tell you that!) so I went with the idea that I’d leave straight after the main event and be tucked up in bed by 10pm. Unsurprisingly, this is not what happened and after a ill advised but rather lovely pit stop at Claridges’ cocktail bar I found myself on the dance floor at the after-party until the wee hours. All in all a fabulous evening but with Temperley hosting, I’d expect nothing less.
Love Ella. X