Since you can't swing a dead cat-walk without hitting a thousand websites and blogs covering the fashion shows themselves - I'm going to the scene to see what Londoner's are wearing OUTSIDE the tents.
Fashion is HUGE here and styles are VAST. On the same sidewalk you'll see a bespoke (custom) tailored suit walking past an aubergine, sequined mini-dress. (the streets?! Hell... that's in my closet!).
10am: Head out to the gorgeous Somerset House on the south-east side of London near the Thames River. London is so beautiful... I (heart) London.
I've decided to wear a black, jersey dress with a fun, asymmetrical-hankerchief hem thing going on, super cool, patterned-net tights, patent-leather ankle boots and enough BLING to land a 747 at midnight.
10:45am: After a sweaty ride in the tube (London is quite humid) I arrive...
Pure catwalk-chaos has ensued.
11:15am: And they say the freaks come out at NIGHT...
1pm: Damn. My 'Hungry-Clock' goes off. Not exactly fashionable to be hungry during fashon week. I duck around the corner to a kiosk selling everything from 'Hello' magazine to Thames River maps.
1:30pm: I lament the Snickers Bar I choose over the garden salad.. but as it turns out... it'll be the only thing I eat all day.
2pm: The que is getting crazy for the 3pm Jean-Pierre Braganza Show.
2:30pm: I SEE COOL PEOPLE.
3pm: Beginning to question my decision to go with open weave tights, patent ankle boots...but NO SOCKS.
3:15pm: My Kingdom for a pair of socks...
MODEL LUNCH.
4pm: Dash into M & S to grab a quick pair of what else... socks.
4:45pm: Finally emerge with 3pr of socks, 2 greeting cards and a pair of earrings for me mum. (can't start Christmas shopping too soon).
Socks on. Sweet relief. I (heart) socks.
5pm: Back at Somerset House. Show's in full force.
EXHAUSTED EDITORS
6:45pm: I'm tired, hungry and have 'road kill' for feet. Throw in the towel. The shows will go on until 8:30. The parties... even longer.
Speaking of parties... Big party on Sunday... more craziness soon!
MY RIDE. NOT.
xoxo
Allie