Wednesday, 18 February 2009

Anticipation...

It's only 2 days until London Fashion Week and the anticipation is killing me. I managed to blag a few invites to some shows including Bernard Chandran and Qasimi thanks to Blow PR who were nice enough to give me some tickets.

I plan to write reviews on here so people can get a taste for the shows, the garments and the atmosphere as I know how frustrating it is not being able to go! It seems so bizzare that last Fashion Week I was stood outside the entrance trying to bribe the security guards to get in to see anyone, just one little tiny show. Now, in the space of 6months, I've got invites to over 10 shows, incredible.

People who say February and March are the most boring months of the year clearly aren't interested in fashion at all. February and September are the most important months of the fashion calender and also the most nerve-racking. God knows how people like Suzy Menkez and Hilary Alexander manage to stay sane (and glamourous) watching so many shows and reporting back constantly for 4weeks. Not to mention how the designers must feel.

I plan to get to and review as many shows as I can over the next week, how exciting!

Monday, 9 February 2009

My favourite pair of shoes...

It was the night before Christmas and the frantic rush in Topshop was killing me. Weighed down by countless bags of presents, wrapping paper and other preparatory items, I was stopped in my tracks by possibly the most fantastic shoes on earth.

Black, suede, platform peeptoe heels with fringing down the front, giving connotations of pom-poms, waterfalls cascading and some sort of furry creature. Granted, walking around the top floor of my local Topshop Store, I look like Bambi learning to walk on ice. But, these amazing shoes give me a sense of confidence and glamour that I’ve never felt before. Christmas present for myself, done.

After wearing my new favourite platform heels on a messy night out and falling down some stairs, I still feel the same happiness and glamour of when I first slipped them onto my strangely shaped feet. Now, I’ve got into the habit of wearing my towering heels whenever I feel down, very cliché, but it works.

One For The Club Kids





If you go down to the club today,
You’re in for a big surprise.

Kids pulling shapes in their acid brights,
Popping pills, snorting coke, what a sight.
Pounding beats, electro notes on the keyboard,
Surrounded by people, no room to move.

If you go down to the club today,
You’re in for a huge surprise.

Blank, eyes shut, swaying to the bass,
Sweat in the air, in your hair, dripping down your face.
Flashing lights, glo-sticks held high,
DJ, headphones on, absorbing the love from the crowd.

When you go down to the club today,
Be ready for a big surprise.

In the corner, grinding and groping,
Hands up and down, dance-floor sloping.
Heels clatter up and down the stairs,
Stumbling and laughter heard in the dingy loos.

When you go down to the club today,
don’t be too surprised,
Things aren’t always as advertised.

The Thomas Vicary A/W 09 Collection

During my internship at the lovely Fluff PR I've come across lots of designers on their books that take my fancy, Thomas Vicary being one of them. As an MA Graduate from Central Saint Martins, his craftsmanship and tailoring is superb, his most recent collection (Autumn/Winter 09) being no exception.

At Fluff we decided to host a small intimate salon show to showcase Vicarys A/W 09 collection. After weeks of planning, it was judgement day. Prepping the goodie bags became tedious but after organizing most of the contents myself, (Jodie Kidd make up, Palmers Body Gloss, Wella Hair products and various vouchers) I felt like they were my children and became strangely very attached to them. After glamming up and getting my hair done by the lovely people from Wella, people started arriving for Vicary's salon show at Home House in Portman Square.

My ensemble consisted of an LBD complete with extremely high shoes and a walkie-talkie, even though the invitation clearly stated 7.30pm, guests started arriving early and getting irritated. Back on track, the models were dressed in the beautiful tailored dresses with photos taken, by catwalking.com prior to the show, on the dramatic staircase.

It all got very frantic as the music started to pump and the models sashayed through the crowded room.

"We need a model" became catch-phrase of the night.

The collection was fantastic; an array of deep reds and black, a shredded black jacket was a particular favorite of mine. With towering hair, a very large wooden necklace, unfinished chic seams and exposed zips, the collection was a hit. Being backstage trying to organize models unfortunately meant I didn't get to see the show and the crowds reaction to the garments. Thomas Vicary shyly poked his head round the door, after some encouragement from me and my boss Ben, to recieve the applause that he deserved.

The after-party in the suite of Home House that Fluff had rented out for the night got messy, with lots of free Tanqueray gin who were the drinks sponsor for the night. Overall, the whole night made me fall in love with fashion again, seeing everything from backstage adds an excitement and exhilaration that looking on style.com can't give!

For a look at the night and some glimpses of Thomas Vicarys collection have a look on this site:

http://www.entertainment-press.biz/albums.php?albumId=77286

And for info on Fluff Pr, take a look here: www.fluffpr.com