I confess, day one was a bit of a Gaussian blur. Sure, I’d been out during fashionweeks in the past (you know, out for groceries, out to take the trash out… LFW Day 1: Pick up dry cleaning) but to be on the front line where the designers’ fabric children march out to meet the world was a brand new experience, such a privilege. It took me a while to digest the circus outside the show tents – by circus I mean a troupe of entertainers: “dressed” and well-dressed, trendy and trendless, exhilarating and at times, hilarious. Oh in the best sense possible of course. These photos do absolutely no justice to what a fun fair Somerset House is during the day, if you’re in London feel free to pop down and see it for yourself; if not, you could give me a digital slap and next time I’ll get a grip and take more photos.
Oh yes, bumped into loads of bloggers similarly milking the scene – Platform Princess Jackie, Daniella from The F Blog, Aindrea from Fashionista du Jour, Jennifer from the Style Crusader, and of course the bubbly Jill from Street Style London who was bouncing around frothing up the place. Great to have met you, comrades.
