the way she wears it

Tuesday 18th September 2007

Today was the probably the worst fashion week day I’ve ever attended. Im not being snobby or a princess but the parties were pretty rubbish. The best of the bunch was however the Yes Master lingerie party at Crystal. I went with Nic, James, Cat, Jack, Juliet and I took my school friend Nat along. There were no free drinks as promised and an extremely expensive bar list – 36000 pound bottle of champagne amongst it. The show however was pretty good, 6 Burlesque dancers including Little Bo Peep (whom I thought would make the ultimate girlfriend for Darryn or should I say Lamb). There were also several lingerie and swimwear shows.

We left that party and headed to the Plastique magazine party – this was being heralded as one of the best parties of the week – we didnt even go in. The queue was unbelievable, even on the VIP list. I’ve had more fun in a rugby scrum so we hot footed it to the War magazine party – highlight of the night was singing Abba in the taxi – much to the annoyance of James. Thought we had finally found a good party at Studio Valbonne but an hour after we got there the free bar tab ran out – this is Fashion week people – why oh why was it such a dry night?? After an hours sober dancing Nat and I called it quits and headed home – ran into Hannah Marshall on the way out and was tempted to stay but thought otherwise. Should have done, an hour later James called to say they had headed back to the first party where Shaggy and Jamelia were now performing and the bar had finally opened. Bugger, but pj’s, salt and vinegar chips and Nat sufficed.