Best Sunday EVER

Yesterday was one of those days when the stars align and several important, life-enhancing events occur on the same day. See?

It was my first fashion week runway show ever-- for Caroline Charles. While the show was exciting and beautifully done, the clothes on (and off) the runway were frankly pretty boring. I wore purple tights. There were, however, a few dresses that were pretty enough to make me sit up straight, and the little headbands and veils the models wore in the finale were worth showing up for in the first place. Me in the yellow, estatic about getting seats in the fourth row.
After flashing my all-powerful invite (with a plus one, thanks to the amazing PR lady... a true gentleman and a scholar), I got to wait in line. The setup for London is much different from the Paris tents in the Tuileries. In Paris, everyone sort of mills around outside on the gravel, and reporters and photographers run around, talking to people and taking their pictures. It's also relatively hidden unless you know it's there and what's going on, so the plebs don't stand around and watch. For this show, the tents were set up outside the Natural History Museum, and the line to enter the museum was led past the line to get into the tents. That meant lots of families dragging screaming kids and pushing strollers walked past us verrrry slowly, and perhaps a bit enviously. It was surreal being INSIDE the tent, watching people crane their necks and try to see what the Moet-sponsored hospitality suite looked like.

When the doors opened, the PR lady at the front sent my friend and me to the fourth row, on physical seats. Hooray! No standing for me! We goggled at the photographer pit and took pictures during the show. The women in front of me probably wanted to kick some ass, but it was my first show and I wanted to capture the feel of the thing, despite only having my crappy small camera.

Enough tulle to make Miss Spinach happy.
In the end, there weren't any bold names. I left without getting my picture taken, as it would have been at the Paris shows. The people swarming outside the tents there are determined and VICIOUS about getting pictures of the arrivals.

I went to Leicester Square a bit later for Chinese New Year. The sheer amount of red combined with pushing crowds (the biggest celebration outside of Asia, according to ITV) made it something to see. I ran into a friend and we wandered around, watched the fireworks, and searched for Chinese snacks.
Trafalgar Square



It wasn't long before we got tired of being pushed and run into by strollers, so I dragged my friend over to Covent Garden to see what the BAFTA setup looked like. In a word? Pretty sweet. Someone had kindly covered the fences behind the opera house with red carpet backgrounds-- My terrible posture and I sprang into action.


I went home and watched the show on BBC with everyone from my flat-- I was beyond excited that Marion Cotillard won Best Actress, and the many shots of James McAvoy smiling from the audience kept me on my figurative viewing toes throughout the night.

Many, many many more pictures at my flickr page.