I have always wanted a vintage Chanel bag. Doesn't every single girl the whole world over?Yet my desire flies in the face of everything I love about seeking out the unique, finding and wearing the hitherto unfound. As much as I am beguiled by the soft criss crossed leather, the swinging gold chain and the evocative logo I fight against my instincts because Young British Designer is all about finding the Chanels of tomorrow. Whilst obviously appreciating all that has gone before.Yesterday we unwrapped the new J.W.Anderson Pre-Fall Collection. We had ordered some bags but were yet to see them up close. Three oversized clutches. One black, one white, one patent burgundy.But in real life.Oh my.I've never wanted to hug a bag before. These bags a..
When someone says to me "London Fashion Week" three things go through my head. The first is the visceral thought of the pain of over a hundred show requests. The second is the dread of how sparse my wardrobe is and how the h-e-double-hockey-sticks am I going to create five different outfits without looking like an absolute plebe. The third thing is something I can't describe, but it makes me feel fairly giddy and nauseous at the same time. Go figure. Fashion week is a figurative pain in my rear end. Early mornings, late nights, inflated egos, seeing that person you can't tolerate, having serious outfit envy - it all adds up to me saying "I hate fashion week" over and over until my assistant has decided she's sick of me. And yet (and mayb..
Fred Butler (courtesy of Maia Adams, Adorn Blog) So, it's heading our way really quickly. London Fashion Week. The very best Fashion Week of them all in my humble opinion. Alive, buzzing, risk-taking, reverberating, fresh and all with an audacious wink of its eye. Fred Butler (courtesy of Maia Adams, Adorn Blog)Yet for all of the excitement it is accompanied by a shameful wrenching of the very guts of me...What to wear. Nay, how to walk into a forum full of exceedingly young, terribly beautiful girls, all dressed to kill, all dazzling. When I feel I am just an older, curvier, mostly invisible woman. Yet, when I am there, after all of the agonising, I walk into the courtyard at Somerset House and my anguish is gone in a microsecon..