The first thing I notice on arriving in
London isn’t the iconic skyline. No. It’s the fact all the pubs are
closed. It’s 10.30 at night. This is exactly the type of thing that
makes a Glasgow girls heart run cold. I clock on quickly that this
may have something to do with the fact we’re staying in the business
sector. Sheri and I check in. Order a bottle of wine. Welcome to London
Fashion Week.
Dress- Coco Fennell X Karen Mabon
T-shirt – Primark
Shoes – Faith at Debenhams
Glasses – Miu Miu at Pretavoir
Bag – Chanel
First things first. I appeared to miss the memo about wearing flats (the only real option unless you have a car to cart you from show to show and even then) so it wasn’t long before I was practically crawling along Oxford Street. I held out for a solid 7 hours in my courts so I definitely get a star for effort. This was promptly remedied and it’s looking like I’m spending the rest of the week in flats. We’ll see how long that pans out.
Day 1 of Fashion Week was exactly to be expected. Long, wet and just a fair bit manic. A fair few shows I can’t wait to gush, gasp and generally wave my hands about. Pam Hogg was a definite highlight and was a real high to end on for the first day here. With Day 2 behind us now and 3 more to go (gulp) I’ll be steaming along on berocca and strong coffee. Safe to say I never want to leave.
Any of you other babes hitting up LFW?
