Punk Perfect Awful



If I have to choose between a kissy-kissy, champagne-and-red-carpet, fashion week soiree and a scuzzy East London beer-fest, the scuzzy option wins every time. London does ‘gritty’ much more convincingly than posh somehow. Matt Irwin’s private view for his Punk Perfect Awful exhibition was just that – messy, gritty, noisy and silly (Like, hello, what was Geri Halliwell doing there?!). Fashion-wise, it was a complete fur-fest, accompanied by short skirts, fancy tights plus a smattering of distressed, nay, distraught denim. Excellent!












Oh, and I had a lovely chat with nail artist Sophy Robson about the second coming of the long nail. Yep, talons are back! Check her blog here


Perfect day



10.30am: Browsing in Jensen & Ballantine

11.30am: Cupcakes, tea and gossip at Lainey PR (highlights: Saloni’s perfectly pretty dresses and Felix Rey’s cream chainmail bag – below – landing at Fenwick this week)

12.30pm: Selfridges – stocking up on Moleskines for LFW and a nostalgic dash round the Artcore rave culture exhibition

1pm: Steak and chips with mummy at Black & Blue in Wigmore Street

4pm: Stealth snapping at Topshop (Headscarves, messy beehives and check shirts ago-go, and the “Chloe” boots have arrived!) followed by some gentle teen-stalking with photographer pal Annie (below)





6pm: Mojitos and brainstorming with designer friend Mark at Alphabet 

8pm: Lula and Another magazine on the tube home

830pm: Big pile of LFW show tickets/party invites

9pm: Chicken ‘a la Mexicana’ cooked by D

1130pm: Blogging and zzzzzz