Thanks for mentioning the R+R party Lucky, so many parties, no time to post!
To fill you in, here is how our night went...
It started with
THE REISS PARTY Marlboro and I briefly swung by on route to R&R party. There was
Music blaring, There was
ice-cream (yes, in Bond Street, mid winter), but you have to hand it to them, this party was rocking at 8pm. Hoorah to you Reiss!
My disappointment after Mahiki had almost tainted my expectation of the night to come, but it was actually not that bad as parties go. On arrival at...
we were greeted by champagne laden waiters,
always the best way to start a party I'd say.
But, no food, naturally. This party was
FULL of nil by mouth fashion vixens, and the usual fashion conscious twenty-something’s. There was some serious Chanel and Louboutin action taking place and Lame leggings, vintage jewels draped over amazonian bodies, was the look.
Work mode, I told myself, time to
schmooze, but the temptation of the free bar, turned work mode into
party mode. Several mimosas later I found myself talking to the hairdersser of HRH herself, no joke. He said he'd noticed Marlboro and I on the tube on the way here… yes, the tube. Newsflash, fashionistas take the tube (sometimes). I mean obviously we are used to the good life, but when I'm travelling between fashion soirees, sometimes it’s just easier to make like cattle and slum it. Besides if it is good enough for the queen's coiffure...
HRHH; '
You look so fabulous, I knew you had to be on the way here'PP:
'I know, I do look great' I said c'mon now people!
After telling him off for being responsible for Her majesty’s purple rinse, I told him it was great to have him on standby in case anyone felt the urge to take a dip in the pool, and got a little frizzy… always massage the ego darhling.
Oh, did I not mention it was a pool party?
As fashionistas don't swim, it was more of a poolside party, pose and pout. This stance only being broken in the pursuit of paparazzi flashes, cue Tatler’s "photog" Edward Lloyd (can you spot the poser behind him).
If I had a penny for the amount of times I saw a certain upcoming English model walk past him in the hope of making the ‘Bystander’ pages, I could probably afford my Gucci boots. Social head on shoulders i suggested we decided to split and regroup on the other side of the pool.
between the ‘who are you and what do you do's?’. I was introduced to the ever so flamboyant Oliver Rothschild (banking heir FYI, although in this climate???) by the HRH's hairdresser, and by introduced I mean:
HRHH: 'Oliver meet-'
OR: '-Hi darling you look amazing'
PP: So do you, luuurrrvve the hat'
OR: 'No darling Youuuuu're amazing.......I want to snog you, In fact I'm going to snog you'
PP: 'Ok then' (cue snogging)
Now, this is not usual behaviour for me, but for the rich and the well connected this is EXACTLY the behaviour that should be adopted, besides - he is a gay as Christmas, and fabulous as heck, I thought what the hell.
On my way to the ladies, passing the very cheerful looking Neil and Christine Hamilton (networking/ recruiting for more group sex parties perhaps *shudder*), I bumped into Marlboro.
Marlboro was drunk and swaying to hot chip by the pool. Poor soul was dragged along by Lucky and myself and although loves clothes as we all should, does not cope well at these events.
Marlboro is known for -for those of us who know her, (and for those of you who do not, let this be a warning to you)-being the kind of girl who actively looks for trouble. Please note she does not do the following very well:
be polite/ network (well, she is in advertising however often forgets her clients names and then and just swears blindly)/consume in moderation (I'd caught her earlier drunk of course, and draped over
another waiter, and before that, trying to light a cigarette in one of the bathrooms), she is just generally misbehaved, and fabulous to boot, I just
LOVE going out with her...
On this occasion though I had to excuse myself. Dancing at fashion parties? I cannot be seen to be associated with that sort of thing- it's feat out of the ordinary at fashion parties. Extrodinarily, well- not for her I suppose, she drew herself a cute little crowd.
One cutie in turned out to be a marine biologist. Cue snogging - cue arrival of biologist's girlfriend - exit Marlboro. I second and third the comment about her being a liability!
Lucky, who met us at the party, was talking to a Russian diplomat, a Russian Oligarch an his bouncer. God, this girl knows how to
work it! Viktor, Alexandra and 'Gucci' who is a diplomat so obviously I can't be so bold to reveal his identity-cold war darling, I didn't live through it but i've heard the stories *shudders*. Viktor had taken a shining to Lucky and kept repeating in his stunted Russian accent 'You. will. be. my. pillow. You. Are. So. Soft UUUUURRRRRRRRHHH'.
The last noise made Lucky flinch, the professional socialite was disturbed, shocking I know and all very weird, but they were rich so we entertained the company.
We took up the Russian's offer to continue to
Whisky Mist to party until the early hours, I'd noticed a Vogue writer had came and left so obviously there were other (better) places to be that night, and since i wasn't invited to those parties- why not?
While we were all waiting to enter I heard Marboro holler '
shotgun' which translates to
Hot guys at six o'clock, I turned around and Marlboro was chatting up two guys at the same time!
'I've run out of business cards but perhaps you could just share' she said with a glit in her eye. SCANDALOUS, but I was wrong about the networking thing. Apparently.
Despite the Russian's attempts (and maybe because of
that accent) we were denied entry, so we decided to head to china whites-NOT-my idea. The driving on the way there was... questionable and very fast, but justified apparently because and I quote 'we cannot get arrested as I am a diplomat’. I wanted to say, Fashionista's can, and they can die too?!!
To cut a long story short, Chinawhite was full of terribly unstylish people-how dare they? This, coupled with the bouncer calling me 'darling' -seriously this man didn't even earn enough to support my sushi diet- I took this as being my cue to leave.
Besides China whites??? No fashion to be had here darling.
Almost forgot.
The award for the fashionista of the night goes to:
Well she’s not exceptionally stylish, but she is ahmazing!
Toodles Princess
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