There’s nothing like London Fashion Week to make you panic about your outfit choices… When I found out I was heading to Brewer Street last Saturday to do some reporting from fashion’s front line, I had a few key criteria in mind for the perfect outfit: vaguely “on-trend”, something not black, and comfortable! Heels at London Fashion Week are most certainly passé these days, with most of the fashion editors sporting trainers, so I wanted something low-key but chic.
I settled pretty quickly on this gorgeous Topshop dress, which keen-eyed readers might remember from my last wishlist post. I’ve been waiting for the perfect occasion – and retro red on the streets of Soho seemed like as good an opportunity as any! I am so in love with this dress; it’s one of those pieces that make you feel instantly dressed up, plus it’s super comfortable. And I’m a sucker for a statement sleeve – they don’t come much more bell-sleeve than this…
Paired with my trusty Chelsea boots and this amazing Celine look-a-like bag, I felt suitably Sixties-chic for a day in one of my favourite parts of London.
It’s not all “adult” shops and trashy clubs; Soho is a bohemian hub (albeit a pricey one!), with art, music and food everywhere you look, all steeped in history. And on Saturday, it was swamped with fashion-types, all posing up a storm for the street-stylers outside the BFC Show Space, the Brewer Street car park. Incidentally, my thoughts on the new location? Quelle désastre; head back to Somerset House immediately.
After hitting our first show, we grabbed some lunch at Polpo, which was delicious, and then continued our wander of the Soho streets. I couldn’t resist the Hummingbird Bakery for a quick pit-stop (and my favourite Black Bottom cupcake), before we headed up to Russell Square for the Palmer-Harding presentation.
Lewis was able to head along inside with me, meaning we could get some beautiful shots of the catwalk too. I loved this presentation; the pieces were perfectly crafted and I could see a few of them looking at home in my wardrobe (that blush and silver leather skirt, oh my…). We snapped away, me perched on the front row furiously scribbling down a jumble of keywords as each model paraded past – you can see my full write-up of the Palmer-Harding show, and a couple of others, here.
Shows done for the day, we grabbed the chance to snap some of our own shots, taking a wander around Russell Square, Holborn and Shaftesbury Avenue, where everything seems so quiet in comparison to the sheer chaos of Soho and Trafalgar Square. It was the perfect way to finish off a crazy but fabulous day!