London Fashion Day

Collared tee: £18, American Apparel. Pleated skirt: 99p, ebay. Cardigan: £63, Carven. Bag: £4, charity shop. Burger charm: Luella. Dirty boots: £60, Topshop. Belt: 20p, charity shop. Socks: gift, Topshop.
Outfit photos kindly taken by Ashley!

I'd been planning to go home for my friend's birthday this weekend just gone for the past couple of months. Serendipitously, London Fashion Week occurred simultaneously, so I registered (for the first time ever!) to attend. When I arrived at home just before midnight on Thursday, I was lucky enough to have two envelopes which I hadn't expected: tickets to Bora Aksu and Orla Kiely.

Dressed like a perverted schoolgirl (all credit for that title goes to my friend Sabby), I managed to get to Somerset House via only one broken down train. A complete novice, I found Michelle and Elodie in the queue for Bora Aksu, and we were soon joined by Hannah and Ashley. The third photo is of the show (I'll let everyone else's photos do the clothes justice, I was still rabbit in headlights at this point), illustrating how vast it is. If I was nervous, I dread to think how those tiny models felt walking into the sea of cameras. Outside, we bumped into Olivia, Jazmine, et al., before checking out the exhibition. To end my day (the others stayed for much longer, I went to meet a friend for caffeine), we went upstairs to the Portico Room, which had been transformed into a 1920s style dance for the Orla Kiely presentation - complete with band! The atmosphere was so carefully built, with guests sat at circular tables lining the room, sipping on champagne and devouring nibbling mini victoria sponges. The models as they doing the waltz to swing classics under the golden glitter ball couldn't help but lead me to want the cream, burgundy and mustard hues of the Autumn Winter collection. (I'm choosing not to mention completely fangirling when I said hello to Leith Clark, I prevented further embarrassment by just admiring Orla Kiely herself from afar).

This is a horribly word-heavy account of my day, despite attempting to be concise. To make up for it, I'll be getting the disposable camera I lugged around with me all day developed as soon as possible. A little film "exclusive" for you, as I'm pretty sure every single other person there had a DSLR (and a Mulberry bag!) over their shoulder. 

xxx

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Sweetheart.

Every week between Renaissance and Romantic (capital R!) lectures, my friends and I go to Cuthbert's for cupcakes and tea. I'd pretty much forgotten the significance of today until I saw that most tables were occupied by couples with red velvets, so we disturbed the peace by musing upon how reading English at University equates to holding teaching as your only ambition in the eyes of the majority of the populace.


The only romantic (little R!) aspect of my day involves these heart-shaped doughnuts that I won from Krispy Kreme in a competition they ran on their twitter yesterday. Someone come over for a sleepover and help me finish them??


xxx


ps, the second photo is one I took of the newest Banksy in Liverpool. If anyone wants to see it, it's in the car park of the Pig and Whistle, just off Chapel Street by the Liver Building.

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Tortoiseshell and Indigo

Coat: £63, Topshop. Blouse: £12; Primark. Jamie Jeans: £18, Topshop. Bag: £8, vintage from Manchester. Ballet flats: c/o Le Bunny Bleu.

Some things never change: the wind in Liverpool (my excuse for the Myspace style hand-in-hair pose, I swear). But some things do: I'm wearing jeans! I shan't lie, I'm still not convinced, but when I run out of clean tights these suffice well enough. Anyone else have a real jeans phobia?

Another 'new' thing is that I'm wearing completely flat shoes. This never happens, even my Russell and Bromley "flats" have an extra inch. This lovely pair were sent to me by Le Bunny Bleu, so now I have to stop being short and in denial. They're actually a sort of wine tortoiseshell colour, but the annoying February light doesn't really show that so I've added a close up, starring Ikea bedsheet. There's a store in the strattaz Stratford Westfield opposite Dr Martens that you should check out if you're there.

I'm off to make myself another lemsip as I thought it would be a really good idea to walk home in February at 4am in a sheer shirt. Sure. My duvet (and Sidney's "Astrophil and Stella") are calling!

xxx

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