LFW: Day one

I wasn't going to go, I really wasn't.  Because I'm sick... and not a very gung-ho sick person.

I should have followed my instincts and got back into bed, especially when I hit the pavement and one of my shoes was making that 'tac tac tac' I need to be re-heeled noises.

Somerset house was cold - I was fluey.  Not a righteous combination... and after missing all the morning shows (due to achey-boneage  and runny nose troubles) I met up with possibly the most glamorous sidekick/ photographer ever and we queued for the Bora Aksu show.

And we queued...

And we queued until an adorned PR strolled past and told us in her sing-song voice that the show had already started and they were not letting anybody else in*.

F*ckballs.

Totally put out by this I put the rest of my tickets on layaway I went and had coffee and cheese sandwiches at Cafe Nero down the street.

So out of 6 shows I had booked in today I went to 0.

The only fun thing about today was getting home and eating chicken wings while watching America's next top model and hearing one of the contestants declining a nude photo-shoot by saying:

'I can't get naked like that, its not lady like...especially not when there are going to be guys down there all in my private party - this is for my husband'.

It tickled me.

Anywho, some cool pictures of today to follow. Tomorrow 5 more shows and lashings of exhibitions, I will do better.

Loveness.

MM x

*really, thanks for that.