Highlights included walls and walls of balloons and stand-alone inflatable zoo animals (I befriended a crocodile), a Hurts performance, a troupe of seemingly pubescent boys (and one really old dude?) earnestly offering up British seaside food fare, a Bryanboy clone spotting, arcade games, a chance to catch up with friends from New York that I didn’t catch up with in New York, oh and zebra print toilet paper. CONTINUE READING
I love London a weird amount. Between the food, the people, the shopping and markets, the park roaming, the outerwear utilization..I’m sad every time I leave and am thinking I need to think up more excuses to make the trek. This outfit was from the last day there, it was really cold for my California blood but I was cozy in layers. The vest is as beautiful as it is slightly scary to wear in all of it’s white suede glory, the rest is just black staples.
Arriving at the old Eurostar station for my first Topshop Unique show. Quite an exciting before moment..so many seasons in the past I wanted to attend but didn’t make it to London.
Finding my seat, the most interesting front row setup I’ve seen yet – I was sandwiched between Scott Schuman and Susie Bubble and our truncated bench was right next to the beginning of the runway ie. staring right down the end of all those zoom lenses. We nervously laughed about being in the background of the Style.com images, and, well, now we are. See us intermittently staring dreamily and shooting fiercely. Great day to wear yellow. CONTINUE READING
I met the lovely Sarah from Chanel for coffee this morning at Ladurée in Knightsbridge and she took me on a tour of their current installation at Harrods (perhaps more of a full store takeover, see the double C pirate flags waving) – a very acceptable way to experience one of London’s most famous department stores for the first time. The third floor, usually occupied by their antique selection, has been converted into a seven room homage to all that is iconic about the brand. A few rooms had a full on Alice in Wonderland post-’Drink Me’ effect, one mimicking the feeling of literally being deposited inside the red leathery compartment of a 2.55, another containing massive renditions of signature designs, while more rooms were lined in tweed or decked out with coffin-sized Chanel boxes spilling over with couture gowns. My point being…if you’re in London this month I recommend stopping by to enhance your day with half an hour of pure dreaminess. Also notable – they’re actually selling the foot high No. 5 bottles that would ideally be sitting atop every girl’s vanity. If only I had that much suitcase weight to sacrifice.