I was fortunate enough to attend some of London Fashion Week’s Menswear day much to my delight. I have never previously attended any London Fashion Week (it is the first of many I hope) so it was quite an escapade for me, and experiencing the ever unsettling lead up – I am not going to act nonchalant, and cool, I fully admit I was nervous (yes I am human, and believe it, or not I do have emotions contrary to the belief of some it seems). I even cased Somerset House the evening before if I’m honest to help with my nerves. The day I lose emotion is the day I die – I’d rather be raw, and emotive than be effortlessly cool, and entirely false.
I followed the usual protocol of preparing for such an event; had my hair cut, and planned an outfit. Had a little bit of a shoe crisis, fortunately Father treated me to a new pair (isn’t it nice when I don’t have to treat myself for a change ). Typically patent, and black because I have a weakness for patent black shoes, particularly lace ups. Low, and behold the beautiful black patent Kenneth Cole I chose (they are Kenneth Cole’s Mr Right Derby):
Stupidly did not have chance to wear them in, consequently my feet now have plasters on the backs of them – but as they say no pain no gain. I however do NOT recommend London Fashion Week as an occasion to wear new shoes in, rookie mistake right there.
I planned a sensible relaxed evening in London the night before, as I had an early start, and wanted to look my best. I thought going out to dinner with a friend would be respectable, and end in an early night. Of course not! Dinner turned into a long debauched affair at the Skylon restaurant – it was delicious though (particularly the foie gras). Dinner was washed down with prosecco, we then skipped dessert in favour of a more liquid option in the form of dessert wine testing which spontaneously lead to limoncello, grappa, and last but not least one my favourites; a Vesper martini. It was however a superlative meal over looking South Bank, however my shenanigans meant that sleep did not occur till gone half three in the morning…
So ridiculously early I had to get up, and face the world having had very little sleep (my fault I know). After dressing, and drowning myself in Tom Ford I was ready to face the world. Well at least until I got to Waterloo, and then suddenly the nerves kicked in. When I get nervous I feel nauseous easily, so breakfast was off the cards; consequently I opted for a Starbucks latte with an extra shot (it was needed!). As I walked across the bridge towards Somerset House I noticed the surge of people suddenly becoming more, and more interesting – I had found my fashion people; the beautiful people. All little bees making an A-line for Somerset House, so I joined their ranks, and followed them.
The people watching, street style, and general sights at Fashion Week are a treat for the eyes. It is an electric atmosphere, a hub of creative, and stylish minds. I love watching, and observing what people are wearing – the trends you notice, and some of the bizarre sights you see (in my case a woman walking around with her breasts nonchalantly out: fully out).
I have wanted a fur scarf for quite a while now, I saw this guy wearing fur, and it has only further enticed me to get one – be it real, or a decent faux I want to add a luxe touch to my Winter wardrobe. I also really loved that Hardy Amies coat I posted on here before with the detachable fur collar.
One of my favourite parts of the day was meeting people; new, and old. Particularly meeting some of my fellow bloggers, and Twitter friends/acquaintances. Just to name a few: I got to see the very endearing Briony of http://agirlastyle.com/ – she is absolutely adorable however she did let me down by not wearing her Mulberry boots! I met Nick Bains of http://www.bainser.com/ who is just as charming in person. I was also delighted to run into Michael of http://anastasia-duck.blogspot.com/ in the Aquascutum presentation room, managed to get a shot of him too:
I saw three shows; Christopher Shannon, James Long, and KTZ. I also attended the Aquascutum presentation, and visited various exhibits. I will go into more depth in another post, however right now it is getting late, and work beckons in the morning! So I leave you with a photo I took at James Long, which was by far my favourite out of the shoes I saw: