Slightly belated (forgive me, I'm currently in the midst of my thesis), here comes the start of my London Fashion Week coverage. A fabulous week, it was all running in heels and heart palpitations as I covered the shows for Marie Claire US. After squeezing 6 outfits, 2 spares and 4 pairs of shoes in to one tiny little suitcase (foolishly leaving no room for flats), I swapped a week in the library for a week of champagne, style and fashion parties in London. An excellent decision for final year I like to think... Joining me for what they thought would be a laid back, kick-your-shoes-off few days, hats off to my LFW-BFFs Chloe and Gemma for keeping up with my sprinting, dealing with my stress levels, and successfully surviving another LFW circus.
Kitted out with notebook, Macbook and camera (shout to BoBelle for providing the perfect bag to make life ever so much easier), reporting from fashion week isn't as cushy as it sounds. Full of daily deadlines, speedy Tweets and surviving on 2% iPhone battery, there was a lot of darting from show to press lounge and vice-versa, to get all content in on time. That said, I'm not complaining. Covering all the top collections from Burberry to House of Holland, to Topshop Unique, it was the most wonderful opportunity, and one I'll never tire of. (Though I will point out, London Fashion Week isn't one for the fashion weak, and next time I'll be packing ProPlus and sneakers.) Thanks, Marie Claire for making life more awesome.
Two things I learnt among the champagne, the hors d'oeuvres and the sprints on and off the subway: I definitely want to be a journo; I definitely cannot cut it as a designer. Stay tuned for my daily diaries from the week...
Me, looking hard at work and terribly pensive, shot by Glamour
