juxtaposition 08.09.11

Shot in sequence, less than sixty seconds apart, from the same spot: where New and Old Bond Streets meet. Approximately 7:12 p.m., Thursday 08.09.11 (or, 09.08.11, if I use the American format), Vogue's Fashion Night out.

Running out to mark my spot at the end of the catwalk at Somerset House for LFW which starts tomorrow. Early bird/worm and all that. I'm not going to make myself crazy this year: I've got a little bug, got dizzy yesterday and nearly fainted, Mr. D had to come get me and we took a taxi home from South Ken, which is like a ten minute walk. And besides: I'm not the blog that everyone rushes to to get the first hot off the press information. We've got all year, Kittens, so what's the rush.

chemistry: one night only

George Craig, from One Night Only, sang at the Burberry shop last night for Vogue's Fashion Night Out in London:










I love the way this happy celebration of fashion, of life - any excuse for a party - is travelling round the world. It's struck me that simultaneously the Jewish New Year is coinciding this year with Ramadan (so my Egyptian friend Natayla tells me) and I love the way this idea of Vogue's is travelling round the world, not all on the same night, but night after night. Ana just told me it's in Madrid tonight. Again, I want to stress: these events are open to EVERYONE. Some parties, like the Armani one, or Prada, were invitation only, but surprisingly many are open to the public. So if you have one coming up in your city, don't assume you can't go just cause no one sent you a written invitation.

If you do go: please take photos! Or if you've already gone and have some, please email (compress the jpg first if you can) to jill@haybooks.com. I'll do a little global post and link to your blog if you'd like.

Happy New Year, whatever your faith. Every day is New Year's Day, in a way. Every day is a chance to begin again. In love, in life.