Am I the only one who finds it ironic that we call it London Fashion Week when it’s really over three days and it’s mainly over a weekend anyway? Although, I will say, those three days are so jam packed with fashion shows, appointments, dinners and parties, it does feel like a week. Actually, it feels like London fashion month. I mean, these Brits don’t hold back, do they?
I got to London on Saturday morning. (Missed my original flight, got on the next one standby, middle seat in the back of the plane, arrived delirious.) And my first show was one of my favorite new designers: JW Anderson. He’s an Irish lad, gregarious and charming as ever, and I loved his collection of modernist clothes that were folded and fascinated. I sat next to Lady Amanda Harlech at the show, and she was oohing and ahhing all the way through. Later that day was Henry Holland’s show, which always puts a big smile on my face. He’s one of the most loved designers of LFW, which was made very clear when I had to squeeze into my seat next to every chic chick in town, including Alexa Chung, Daisy Lowe, Leigh Lezark, Mary Charteris, Harley Viera Newton, Atlanta de Cadenet and Kelly Osborne. Also at the show? Harry Styles. Bestill my heart. (Scroll down to the bottom of these pictures for a money shot of me and Harry.)
What else happened in London? Burberry seduced us with a rose colored – and, at the finale, rose petal covered – show, and Tom Ford blinded us with a show of sparkled-to-death, drop dead glamorous fashions. My favorite look of Tom’s was a colorful disco ball mini dress and thigh high boots that filled the room with bold spots when it came down the runway. And the kids impressed too: Christopher Kane channeled some flower power, Erdem went lacey but not racey, and I loved the rainbows at Jonathan Saunders.
Besides the fashion, a big part of LFW is keeping up with the fun. And this season’s social schedule was book ended by two fabulous magazine fetes. W magazine and its September issue cover star Cara Delevingne took over the newly opened The Edition Hotel, Ian Schrager’s latest property, for a rip-roarious party on Saturday night. And I mean they took over the whole hotel: From the lobby to the restaurant to the basement club to something called The Punch Room. And when they closed those rooms down, it was up to the rooms. The Another Magazine fete was something else too. Jefferson Hack had an enchanted forest theme, but there were more evil Red Queens than Alices in this Wonderland.
Captions, from top: Tickling the ivories with Pixie and Alexa after the Erdem show; Alison Mosshart at a party for Equipment; the very charming Douglas Booth, who will be the new Romeo later this year; Zoe Kravitz in Tom Ford; a well bowed Carine in a Comme des Garcon coat, leaving Christopher Kane; Caroline Sieber and Downton Abbey’s Lady Edith; Sienna, Poppy and Mary at the Another Magazine party; a very stimulating Beckham spotting; Kelly Osborne doing her best Home Alone impression; Henry Holland’s front row, which included Leigh, Alexa, Pixie, Daisy and Mary; Lily Allen and Nick Grimshaw at Giles’ show; the hot Momma that is Elisa Sednaoui; Natalie Massenet and her mad hatter Erik at the Another party; me and Beth Ditto; Caroline and Jade at the Longchamp store opening; Christopher Kane being very popular after his show; Poppy and Laura at Erdem; Tom Ford at his bow; Cara Delevingne in a bat hat at Giles; Alexa and Pixie doing a double DJ; the finale at L’Wren Scott; Cara getting in a fight with her cheeseburger costume; Dominic Jones and Kate Lanphear; flowers from Tom Ford; Poppy in repose; JW Anderson receiving backstage well wishes; and the fan shot heard around the world, Me and Harry Styles