London Fashion Week 2011: We have arrived.
…And not necessarily to the best reception.
We’ve only been here a little over an hour and already the gossip wheel has been set in motion as the Who’s Jack team attract some rather unwanted, yet completely hilarious, attention. As we stand outside Somerset House, the epicentre of fashion for the next few days, we are approached by a 72 year old woman muttering beneath her breath. What could this seemingly innocent well to do Grannie want with us? Well it’s funny you should ask as she wanted quite a lot as it happens. Giving us the once over with her curious eye, her gaze lands upon my wet look leggings much to her disgust:
“London Fashion Week? Is that what they’re calling fashion these days?”
Ah. I see where this is going. However, her tirade did not end with my faux leather bottom halves as she had a few pointers for all in attendance declaring every woman in the surrounding area a “dirty, mucky tramp”. From a elderly woman dressed head to toe in tweed, one would not normally expect such obscenities but this is fashion week after all and anything could happen.
“Topshop stinks! Primark Stinks!” she continued as we looked on in shock and amusement. High street favourites they may be but in her humble and modest opinion, these figureheads in budget fashion have left London is a state of disarray as we apparently drape ourselves in rags and garments more suited to a lady of the night.
As she begins to settle and walks away, she makes sure to leave us with her final word on those mingling in the courtyard:
“Women in London….the worst dressed in London”
Well, it wasn’t completely sensical but she had well and truly made her point. And with her mission completed, she went on her way to harrass
a man about his unsatisfactory briefcase. I’m sure this won’t be the last we see of this particular madam so I’ll have to keep you posted on her movements.
Until next time…
Miss C. x
