It's been a fierce few weeks. London Fashion Week was its usual fabulous frenzy with Paris only a stiletto-breadth away. In keeping with the frenetic pace, here are a few soundbytes from the tents:
Paul Costelloe was a charmer, John Rocha a genius fabric manipulator, Vivienne Westwood a comeback queen, Meadham Kirchoff pure rock gods, Osman Yousefzada definitely 'the one to watch', Nicola Roberts surprisingly soft-spoken, Kanye West virtually untouchable, David Walliams a terrible snub, Erin O'Connor a winsome beauty, Daisy Lowe more editorial than runway, Peaches Geldof a ubiquity, Jourdan Dunn divine, London traffic a headache, high heels a curse, Footlogics a lifesaver, my hotel a broadband black hole, Vauxhall Fashion Scout a safe haven with cookies and coffee, my suitcase overweight, the events schedule treble-booked, the bouncers at Topshop Unique and Marios Schwab major Nazis, my Blackberry Storm a piece of evil shiz and singer V V Brown an amazing discovery.
Loved every minute of it.
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Sunday, March 1, 2009
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