Dinner chez Topshop thrown by Sir Philip Green. Here are the gorgeous Giles, sexy Christian Louboutin and me.
Our Antony Miles, Charlie Harrington and Claudia Croft. (DRUNK!)
Richard Nicoll and Antonio Berardi (sexy buggers!)
Sophia and Shaun Leene. (Funniest man on the planet)
Simon and Yasmin Le Bon (Bless)
The lovely Lucinda Chambers of British Vogue and fabulous Nicola Jeal of The Observer
Me, American Vogue’s Mark Holgate, Richard Nicoll and the super nice Kate from American Elle
Now whose glasses am I wearing!? Well, no other than the amazing and beautiful Lou’s from Vivienne Westwood. Here she is desperately trying to get them back.
Richard Nicoll. J’ADORE. Flippy silk, sarong type skirts with fringy bits in pretty dusty colours. On the shopping must-have list for 2010 summer’s sojourn; easy, breezy, divine!
She modeled – that lesbian from Big Brother – and she gave a great snarl to camera. Tulip print and polka-dot dresses, high-waisted trousers and lilac blouses – all very village fete, all very Viv. Smashing. Boy George sat front row too – still keeping the weight off.
“Oooo, look at Alla! Stunning space age/mermaid/creature of the sea/glittering goddess/GORGE!”
Apparently, it was scuba-diving that inspired Julien Macdonald this season. Controlled, form-hugging dresses in white, beige, black and red. Note to self: when deep sea diving, do so in spliced jersey dress cut to thigh…
As perfect a show as one would expect from the talented Brit who normally shows in Milan, back to show support for 25-years of London Fashion Week.
In a church hidden somewhere just off a busy Oxford Street top press were treated to a winning series of Swarovski-encrusted jackets (one sexy version laced at the back) and dresses with lingerie details: brassieres, satin straps and corsetry cleverly picked out with crystals. Then came the kimono-inspired tangerine section and tight dresses in stretchy fabrics and evening coats some in a pretty blue. And then it all moved up a beat (the music included) with the half a dozen or so immaculately-crafted black dresses made from sections of stretchy fabrics skillfully stitched together. Someone gasped at the jet encrusted stove pants. And someone gasped again at an almost other-worldly looking Alla, hands-on-hips, in the mid-thigh corset dress pictured. The whole thing was just incredible.
Blue-collar-worker glam; dirty-wash denim, slouchy cropped shirts and rubber. Le tout de Fashion Week turned out for this incredibly good show. That 80s swish was still there – it’s won’t go away – but there were new shaped trousers too: tied at the ankle and pictured here. Expect well-dressed Topshop fans in town near you next season.
You’re guaranteed a lovely dress from our Matthew, and there were loads of those. I can’t tell you any more because I’ve lost my notebook. Yes, somebody is currently walking around London with my show notes, and if they flick through they’ll find my credit card number, and! the number of the alarm to the flat. For those wanting more details on Matthew’s show, however, hit style.com…