April 18, 2011 |
Normal birthday party-havers/goers, the stakes have been raised. Sharing a Colin the Caterpillar cake at the pub with your mates just doesn’t look so great now, does it? Not compared to the whole of legendary New York restaurant Indochine filled with all of your utterly glamorous friends (Anna, Andre, Naomi…) who are there to celebrate just how very wonderful you are.
Normally we’d be fuming, green with envy by now at the thought of being left out of such an extravaganza, but not this time. Instead, these pictures just fill our hearts with warmth and joy because we know that no one deserves this lavish spoiling sesh more than Ms Coddington. Happy Birthday.
Garth’s words, “I bet no one ate the cake”.
Both Proenza boys, lucky girl!
Lovely smiles, misleading height differential.
They jus’ be chillin’.
Oh to be part of this impromptu friendly embrace.
Antony’s words “Bigger than the Oscars”. He’s not wrong.
See previous comment vis a vis imprompu embraces.
by Zoe Wulfsohn-Dunkley
