LFW: The Morning After- DAY 1

Ahhhhh it feels like I have a steel band drumming in my head, but because I love you I will share with you the tale of the morning after and the shenanigans i got up to over the weekend.

I am afraid that Saturday is still a slight blur, so let me tell you about last night (Sunday) instead. I found myself at the tents attending a dear friend of mine’s show- Sado'- at around 8pm. Having attended her shows for the past 4 season's I am like a proud mama every time I see her latest collection. This was then followed by a quick dash in my four inch shoes to the other side of the tents to catch the Sienna Miller show ( see I barely remember the name of her label, or even her sisters name- bad fashionista- in my defense the day I remember her labels name is the day she has made it).

When I told people at work this morning that i had attended the show, their first question is “How was her collection? Really tell me the truth, how was it?” To be quite blunt it wasn’t bad, but it is most certainly not the kind of clothes i would go out to buy- sorry Sienna!

From there, a quick cab ride, hop and skip found us at the M·A·C Salutes party at The Hospital in Covent Garden. Here i schmoozed with the rest of them, enjoying the buzz of the party. 50 minutes later boredom set in, so leaving behind a half drunk cocktail i grabbed my friend, socialite Miss Layla Farah, hand and dragged her out. Waving down yet another black cab, we found ourselves driving at a scary speed to our next party- the Jaeger after party.

Arriving at Taman Gang on Park Lane, we whisked past security and where quickly taken to VIP. Sipping my cosmos i surveyed the room and liked what i saw. It was a mixture of fashion's classy set all mingling and making friends.

After 7 Cosmo’s and 11 canapés (Miss Conde Nasty would have loved the savory selection on offer), i decided that i needed to go to a place that was pumping and energetic, so off we went to the Select Model Management party at Mahiki.

Entering the venue I passed the model types who where all sipping some blue concoction that was being handed out by gold painted waiters- i expected no less. So feeling brave I grabbed one.

A couple of hours later i found myself dancing with the gold painted boys - and with the photos to prove it you know that I would post them but i would rather not (blush)!!! I blame my behavior on the lethal blue drinks, but damn they where good.

So those are my morning after tales, and tonight I am out again so we will see what stories i will be sharing with you...!!!

Champagnista M
(Aka the very exhausted Champagnista)

*PHOTOS TO FOLLOW