My Brazilian wish bracelet fell off on Thursday. I asked B what this means and she said it means the wishes are about to come true. Interesting, as I may have a book meeting next week and D and I are looking for a flat proper now. Question: Does the wish bracelet make the wishes come true or does seeing the bracelet remind you to work on making the wishes come true?
I’m morbidly fascinated by the new autumn/winter 07 Prada collection. It’s so awkward and ugly and unflattering, yet Miuccia’s influence is so great, the looks will undoubtedly filter down in a less extreme form and change the direction of fashion. Ditto Marc Jacobs. I hated his spring/summer 07 collections for Marc Jacobs and Louis Vuitton, yet he clearly knows what he’s doing so there’s no question they will have an influence on future fashion. I can but (begrudgingly) put my reservations aside and trust that it will all become clear in time…
To the Laura Lees show yesterday, where I waited for too long with my colleagues in the lobby of Baden Powell House. While we were talking, colleague S was approached by a lady with a camera asking if she could take her photo for Lucky Magazine. S was pleased as punch as she was wearing her special LFW outfit consisting of various London designer pieces artfully arranged to catch the eye. After the impromptu portrait shoot, we carried on talking until colleague B was approached by the same photographer. She too obliged. Needless to say, I was not approached. But of course that was fine; I didn’t want my picture taken! Which made me wonder; why do people dress up for fashion week? I can understand celebs doing it as they’re clearly there to have their photo taken, but if your job is to report on the shows, you don’t need to be all zhuzhed up. That’s the models’ job, no?
What are we thinking about bumbags? Being a virgo I’m all for fashion meets function and bumbags are the epitome of that, with the added bonus of tapping into the eighties rehash. I’m surprised it’s taken American Apparel so long to latch on but I finally saw a nice purple one in the window today.
A delivery from Amazon yesterday brought me Tiffany’s Table Manners For Teenagers by Walter Hoving. Written in the sixties it’s a very witty book about table manners –useful but quirky– I recommend it!
