Fashion week is boot camp.
If you think about it, both gruelling activities require early starts, a huge amount of determination, the correct uniform, not to mention the physical and mental strength to get through each day.
It’s not easy this fashion world, dashing around from one place to the next, from show to show, party to party, it’s no mean feat let me tell you – especially when you’re wearing the tallest of shoes on a stupid cobbled surface.
So what have I loved about this fashion week? Seeing my style idol Olivia Palermo at the Topshop Unique show was definitely my high point. There she was, sitting with Alexa on the front row looking all gorgeous in her Topshop hero jacket, sequin shorts and Topshop boots and of course, her signature statement necklace. She looked very very skinny but I was so blinded by her sparkly gear I didn’t care.
I loved the Mulberry party, I was truly tired and my sugar levels were at an all time low but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t go and I’m so glad that I did. I went with my two friends that I work with, Josie and Amy and we had a great time.
The party had a fairground theme and it was buzzing with glamorous people, I loved the celebrities that were piling in – posing for all the photographers like their lives depended on it. I loved the décor; pastel coloured balloons lined the walls and there were unicorn statues, a hook a duck game where you could win a leopard print mulberry Bayswater bag (I didn’t win) and our favourite thing of all – a candy floss stall.
We danced along to the friendly fires, we watched the glamorous girls preen and pose in the toilets and we ate lots and lots of candy floss. All in all it was a great night.
Now it’s all coming to an end, bar Mulberry of course. Hopefully we’ll be having Posh and the Olsen twins gracing us with their presence on the front row.
Me? Well tonight I’m going home, to tidy my room and say hello to the flatmate that must think she’s living with a stranger. Hey, I may even have a cup of tea and watch a couple of soaps. Ah the glamour of it all, but I do have a 5.50am wake-up call to look forward to.
No rest for the wicked…