Where do I begin? This fashion week, which I wasn't so sure of in the first day or so, just got better and better and better, and weather more glorious, and then, as if the Gods had done their thing, today, the sky weeps with rain, as the fashion world moves on to Milan, and then, Paris.
I'm finding it hard to type even simple words. Just. So. Wiped.
Black and white theme today: top shot is a beautiful boy I met yesterday at Boy's Day @ LFW. I asked who he was with but he's not a model: he's a fashion design student named Ponti. I told him if all fails as a designer he could definitely fall back on modelling: he's so photogenic. Next Helen, from Holland, who really is a model - before the Issa show. Then a sweet girl who Shini's friends with (forgot her name - I got shots of her face, too, she's lovely) - wearing trousers and shoes by a designer (forgot who! See what I mean?) made of paper. It's meant to age - I love that.
And last but not least, a sweet woman from Ireland who was one of my first friends at my first fashion week - if you look around my September 2009 post you'll find her there - talking to two girls whose names I didn't catch, either. Sorry this is the lamest post, word wise, but I'm going to take the cat - who is chocolate brown but looks almost black - and put on white pj's and lounge on the buttery yellow camel faux suede coloured couch with a cup of PG Tips and catch the last few minutes of Butch Cassidy on the TV.
I think I'll start at the end, actually, and work backwards. When next we speak.
It was my lovely friend Natalie, of Canned Fashion, who mentioned in a post not that long ago, that the style she was going for this fall was Ali McGraw in Love Story. I just found this Japanese version on YouTube: it holds up quite well, stylistically. I mean, check out Ryan MacNeil's coat: is that not the definitive Shearling? I wonder if that's where the Honourable Mr. Bailey got the idea.