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If I was made of tamer stuff I’d have an iPhone by now. I must be the only fashion person still persevering with my BlackBerry Torch but I’ve never been one for peer pressure. BlackBerrys are easier for emailing which is mostly what I use mine for, although I do feel a bit left out of the Instagram club. Ah well, I think I have enough social media streams to manage. (Anyway, maybe one day, we’ll get a Blackberry-iPhone hybrid.)
Did anyone go to Fashion Night Out? Wasn’t it a blast? I had so many things I wanted to go to, from checking out Lulu Kennedy’s ‘Honolulu’ at Liberty, to getting my nails did by Sophy Robson at Chanel, to
falling whizzing round Rupert Sanderson’s roller disco. In the event, I mostly got waylaid in various spots around Bond Street shooting the breeze with every blogger in town…
Rupert Sanderson was hilarious fun (but not so hilarious for poor Katie Chutzpah who sustained a fractured-elbow-shaped injury). Here’s a photo she took of me doing my best Olivia-Newton-John-in-Xanadu impression.
I loved Netaporter’s idea of a shoppable ‘window’ where punters could win prizes. Here’s my photo from London:
And finally, to Harvey Nichols’ fashion fairground, a complete madhouse of London’s craftiest designers customising FNO tees, bags and anything else in sight (J W Anderson even stuck Harajuku stickers on a Celine bag and someone’s boots). My Secret Tees looked great of course and the bids are already stacking up. Feel free to bid if you fancy winning a one-off tee from one of London’s coolest creatives. All profits to Kids Company – yay!)