London Fashion Week inspired me to go everywhere, see everything, talk to everyone and wear everything residing in my wardrobe that simply doesn’t love the mud of Dorset. I must say a huge thank you to all my fashion mogul friends that have helped me on my mission, to infiltrate, illuminate and pontificate about fashion for people that are not teenagers but shouldn’t be sartorially sidelined just because of that. Lovely Modus Publicity are ever supportive and tolerant of my desire to be included and treated like a fully grown up blogger. Johnnie Boden, fellow swamp dweller down here in Dorset, didn’t bat an eyelid when I asked for help. My invitation arrived the next day. Huge love to him and his fully female dynasty.
Ungaro and I
Mostly I am seen to be wandering the chiller aisle in the supermarket, standing on the edge of a sports pitch cheering my daughters on, or cleaning out the chickens, looking like this. It’s casual and puts people at ease when they see me approaching…
Thank you Mr Ungaro for ever thinking that I could pull this off.
The Louis Vuitton Experience
For your chance to be as close as possible for (non celebrity fashionistas), to a catwalk show, a luxury goods atelier and a glimpse into the inception of one of the worlds most covetable fashion houses, get your mere mortal butts over to 180, The Strand, London WC2.
The Louis Vuitton Series 3 Exhibition, will take you on a journey through white tunnels, Parisienne streets, a luxury goods workroom complete with humans, a laser pattern cutting scenario and you will have front row seats at Louis Vuitton’s AW ’15 Fashion show.
I always miss ‘Throwback Thursday’ and invent my own day for inflicting ancient photos of myself onto you. Here I am mincing down the catwalk for Christian Lacroix. Had a thought. Wouldn’t that dress/tunic look pretty with a pair of skinny jeans and some high ankle boots and worn as a coat/jacket?