September 9, 2011 |
Sheets of sweat were shed at last night’s Vogue Fashion’s night out. It could have had something to do with the muggy weather and crowddsss of people, but we’re blaming it on the almost grotesque amount of shopportunities arranged for the evening. After a post work re-fuel with lots of candy (how clever) at Prada, we progressed (via a few glasses of champers) onto Chanel. Sucked into the Antony Miles fashion vacuum we skipped the queue (sorry guys) and were quickly ushered upstairs, for cheese nibbles and a nice little chat with Daisy Lowe (our new girl crush). Then soldier like we battled onwards to Dior, skipping a huge queue again (do love the warm feeling of hatred against our backs) for paparazzi style posing, in a specially created Dior London cab. Ooooohhhhddd and Aaaaahhhd over things we clearly need in our lives, and off we went onto the next one. Miu Miu babes (almost got caught in the revolving doors) but managed to peg a few things that Nats is after (shoes especially). Quick loo break in Juicy Couture (how glam), and then onto our final appointment at Roland Mouret. Here we finally settled beneath a golden palm tree ( I kid you not- check the pics) with Queen Neophitou, for a nice glass of Clicquot and a proper sit down. A whirl wind tour for sure. Completely. Exhausted! If only the Dior cab wasn’t a prop. We could have really used it!
by Vincent Levy
