Saturday 19th September 2009
Proved to be one of those magical days. The sun was up and the temperature seemed to be in the mid 20s Celcius....London was sparkling. The Portobello Road, a few yards from my front door had a wonderful atmosphere.
I had been invited to the John Rochas fashion show at Sommerset House but the PR (its special how often they do it) mixed the times up. Col Ryder, a friend of a few years standing, had invited me to a private end-of-summer festival on an estate in rural Berkshire. We were to leave at 2.00pm
at 12.50pm Thyra October called up to invite me to accompany her to a catwalk show in 10 minutes at the Beach Blanket of Babylon. This particular joint is 400 metres froim home. The sun was shining and the promise of an insiders view of cutting end fashion modelled by beauties was too good to not drop everything for.
A short stroll and a champagne glass in hand I entered the scented and rarified world of the haute fashion VIP arena. The baroque/gothic/Roccoco interior made for a splendid setting. Seated in rows in the elegant upsatirs drawing room it was like being at a grand and very private wedding. It only takes 8 minutes from when the heavenly music started for the 18 or so models to leave you gaping-jawed at both the design and beauty of the event. Then applause, everyone jumps up and off you go. Its like a kind of mute speed-dating. Spectacular, to the point, and all over before you realise it.. I was back home albeit in a slightly heightened mood within an hour of getting the inviation....I did explain to the relevant people that I lived round the corner and any of them were welcome to lunch. Anytime.
It was fun to experience and get an insight the the world of high fashion...
Proved to be one of those magical days. The sun was up and the temperature seemed to be in the mid 20s Celcius....London was sparkling. The Portobello Road, a few yards from my front door had a wonderful atmosphere.
I had been invited to the John Rochas fashion show at Sommerset House but the PR (its special how often they do it) mixed the times up. Col Ryder, a friend of a few years standing, had invited me to a private end-of-summer festival on an estate in rural Berkshire. We were to leave at 2.00pm
at 12.50pm Thyra October called up to invite me to accompany her to a catwalk show in 10 minutes at the Beach Blanket of Babylon. This particular joint is 400 metres froim home. The sun was shining and the promise of an insiders view of cutting end fashion modelled by beauties was too good to not drop everything for.
A short stroll and a champagne glass in hand I entered the scented and rarified world of the haute fashion VIP arena. The baroque/gothic/Roccoco interior made for a splendid setting. Seated in rows in the elegant upsatirs drawing room it was like being at a grand and very private wedding. It only takes 8 minutes from when the heavenly music started for the 18 or so models to leave you gaping-jawed at both the design and beauty of the event. Then applause, everyone jumps up and off you go. Its like a kind of mute speed-dating. Spectacular, to the point, and all over before you realise it.. I was back home albeit in a slightly heightened mood within an hour of getting the inviation....I did explain to the relevant people that I lived round the corner and any of them were welcome to lunch. Anytime.
It was fun to experience and get an insight the the world of high fashion...