Scene: In the queue outside Cafe de Paris on Coventry Street
Bouncer: "Where are you going?" Fashion person: "We're waiting to go into the party. They should know us" Bouncer: "I don't know you. You haven't been here all this time. People have ben queuing up for a long time. Go and join the queue all the way at the back round the corner"
I didn't know waiting in the cold for a party could be so fun!
After running to the wrong venue (I went to the party venue rather than the show, stupid I know), I finally made it to the Qasimi show in Baker Street this afternoon. I'm tired and the great news is- it's only day two.
I love the way designers are using the location of their shows to develop an idea or concept in their show. Last season, Stefano Pilati showed his collection for YSL in a cage like space, linking to this season's most talked about 'cage shoe'. Today the show was in an old church, developing the gothic influences.
Okay, so it's only day one of fashion week and I've already have my first embarrasing moment.
Leaving the tents this morning after the Noir/Bllack Noir show, thinking I was looking rather stylish I might add, a fashion friend and I were stopped by the London Lite. Okay, not French Vogue or Scott Schulman but still!
Here I am approaching the photographer about to do my Chanel Iman fierce look and to my despair, they were actually asking my cute fashion friend to pose for the picture.
Luckily while she took the picture I was saved by street style bloggers that took a firm liking to my platforms.
I was so caught up in the embarrasment that I didn't realise that their journalist was actually shouting my name to come and get my photo taken too.
One embarrasing moment down, several more to go.........