Outfit: Rick Owens leather jacket (similar), Uniqlo silk shirt, James Jeans Twiggy, Marni heels, Christys fedora, Hermes Collier de Chien bracelet and Hermes Kelly 28.
It's been a fabulous weekend. Exhausting and exhilarating. The thing about London Fashion Week is that you need to look totally bonkers in order to be considered cool, unique, edgy - all those overused words in the fashion world. Like the latex comic character statuesque lady/man along with her puffed up plastic puppy in the front row (check out my Instagram feed to see the pic). Everyone else looked appropriately nonchalant and suitably unaffected. Except me.
I got lost on my way to Somerset House and then troops after troops of uniquely (there's that word again) garbed individuals came trudging down the street. 3 plaits, blue lipstick, sort of harem pants, skirt that didn't look like a skirt but it wasn't culottes either, undefinable outfits etc. But totally cool. Rebel-esque, individual-esque. I may scratch my head in an attempt to understand some of the weirder outfits but I love that one's not restrained in expressing themselves in the London fashion scene.
How does a 40 year old woman on the chubby side (thanks to the infinite number of patisserie that passed through my lips in France recently) try to look somewhat "fashionable" when it's cold and wet outside? Wear a hat if I couldn't stuff my umbrella into my bag, a silk shirt because it keeps me warm (I'm convinced that the silk shirts from Uniqlo are just as good as Equipment, if not better. Don't be fooled by the low price), a leather jacket because it's waterproof and black to desperately appear slimmer. Speaking of weight issues, I was rendered speechless by some of the models who were so underweight and gaunt that bones were jutting out from every part of their body. On the flip side, I applaud some of the designers who stuck to their guns and used normal sized models who have hips and boobs.
After more than a year of trying to catch up, Annie of Insideology and I finally did. I felt like I was talking to an old friend. Later that day, Daniella of LellaVictoria and I stumbled into the nearest Starbucks and we speed talked. We had 1 hour before heading off in different directions. We promised each other to meet up more often rather than on Fashion Weeks. The next morning, I woke up craving for dim sum. All 3 of us hopped on the train to head off to Chinatown in London for some proper Cantonese grub. After some last minute tweeting/texting/emailing, Carin of Paris In Four Months and I got to see each other face to face for the first time. We were Hermes obsessed so many years ago on the the Purse Forum during our pre-blog days (and scarily enough, still handbag mad). How time flies.
What a privilege it has been to have met so many women (both readers and bloggers) from all over the world, thanks to blogging. We've shared stories and tips, cheered, encouraged and inspired one another.