Showing posts with label ck one launch party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ck one launch party. Show all posts

15.4.11

ckone: 14.04.11: koy + lara stone



The hardest part in doing this ckone/mtv giveaway was not being able to give away a ticket to everyone. I was especially gutted that I couldn't reach Kiran in time (read his karma elevator story in the comments - he's due for some extra good karma as he's volunteering in South Africa for a few months), or Laura's accounting of accidentally trashing a hotel room - for some reason the emails were bouncing back and I had to let them know and the person who was easiest to get hold of was Koy Anthony Spencer, who had been tweet DM'ing with me. So I felt the only fair thing was to let the other giveaway ticket be his friend Gary Fountain (I love that name), so he didn't need to be alone at such a huge crowded party.

Turns out he wasn't. Alone. He made a new BFF: Lara Stone.

Read Koy's winning good karma/bad karma story here. I read it in bed to Mr. Dot the night he sent it, and his answer was 'give him a ticket'.

nao and ashish













Nao Koyabu is a fashion stylist and journalist. You've probably seen her on my blog from time to time: we met at my first fashion week.

Nao is also, now, my friend.

Nao is not a blogger, and she doesn't do twitter.

Nao is really cool.

The other day we met in East London, where she lives, for the Village Press press day (try saying that three times fast). Uncannily, her shorts were pretty similar to this pair by Ashish, that I loved on the runway.

Nao was one of my two +one friends for the ckone party last night. She had mentioned Bip Ling when we had tea & cakes at a great cafe on Bacon Street with her design friend, Vinti, and soon as we were crammed into the entrance space - I swear, you couldn't MOVE, either in our out - who should I see but Bip herself. 'You're Bip Ling!' I said. Since she was, she smiled and said hi like she knew she was meant to know me, but of course, she didn't - but that's not what I meant. In the din and the roar of this crazy mental party, she thought I was just, you know, a fan. It was too noisy to explain that I just thought it was so funny, because I didn't know who she was and I had just googled her, hence recognising her, and instead, I pointed to Nao, right behind me, cool as a cucumber in a totally inappropriate, and yet perfectly unique, outfit consisting of a kind of faded thirties depression era print cotton house dress, and flats. 'Nao!' 'Bip!' Kiss kiss, chat chat.

Not much of a story, huh. I guess you had to be there. I wish you were: it was such fun. The next best thing to being there: ckone.com. Actually better probably cause you wouldn't have drinks spilled on you by cute guys, and you might not have slept til nearly 11 today.