Not a Fashion Blogger: LFW Day 2 (Series 2/4)

You might know that I was at LFW with Plus Minus Magazine a few weeks ago, because it’s been pretty much my main talking point ever since. Yes, I am a one trick pony. If you’ve been following this series – or just read yesterday’s post – then you’ll have a bit of an insight into how clueless I was coming into this. I’m not a fashion blogger. I don’t dress like a fashion blogger. My “look” is a little maniacal 80s cartoon baddie meets Rainbow Brite, a little vintage Jem & the Holograms.

I’ve never been the type of person to let a little thing like having absolutely no idea what I’m doing stop me, which is maybe how I started blogging. I have a strange habit of jumping into situations head first, and it’s led to some of the best things in my life. Adopting a dog. Changing career. Opening an art gallery.  I’ve wanted to go to LFW for so long, so when the opportunity came along, it really didn’t matter that I wasn’t sure how to dress or what I would write. Sometimes you just need to wing it.

Saturday

8:00
Wake up, shower, go through all the physical tickets and e-tickets in a futile attempt at planning out the day’s schedule.
8:17
Give up.
9:00
Head to Topshop to get a blow-dry, because the other 51 weekends of the year I don’t even stye my hair. I am wearing a reasonably acceptable outfit of a short sleeved knit top with sequinned panels,  plain black skater skirt, Topshop distressed denim jacket with organza sleeves, and a pair of LOM “festival” leggings with rainbow pompoms down the sides. My shoes today – black patent-effect brogues – are a pair; left and right look eerily similar.
10:00
Meet Jen from Jennifer Durrans: Outside the Box at the Felicities media lounge in the ME hotel. At least I got the hotel right today; I am so flustered that when a waitress asks if I’d like a coffee, I say yes. I don’t drink coffee. It makes me hyperactive and annoying. I suck down that coffee in 3 seconds flat.
10:15
Walk/jog with Jen and Ben from Ben Pechey to Freemasons. See, I’m already shortening it, so I am clearly on the ball and more in the know than yesterday. Rookie? Nah, this is my second day! Such. A. Pro.
10:30
Start queuing. It’s still a novelty at this point, because although I *have* experienced the occasional queue before, this was a queue for a show! A fashion show! At Fashion Week! The excitement is palpable, my shoes are still comfortable, and that coffee is really going straight to my head now.
11:10
Mimi Tran “Fluorescence”. I’ve now realised that shows never start precisely on time, but am very chuffed we’re second row for this one and we actually have a decent view. 3 minutes in and I’ve already decided that I want to write this one up, so I surreptitiously take a few notes on my phone. These are largely incomprehensible, but I use the words “flower power” and “girl power soundtrack” so this looks promising. I probably look like I am checking my text messages.

Photos courtesy of PlusMinus Magazine

11:30
We rush to grab seats at CECI by Cecelia Chang, which is thankfully just upstairs. There is a copy of what I figure must be a press release on each chair, which tells us the theme is “Stateless Vagabonds”.
NOON
Grooming Room. Did you know the press have a dedicated room where they can get their hair and nails done, or a cheeky wee massage? Neither did I. This place is like a Green Room for journos, but as my experience of GRs has been musicians smoking cigarettes and eating bananas in a club’s back room, this is a definite step up. We hang out there for an hour so we can sort out which shows we want to go to in the afternoon; Jen gets her hair done and I get some fake eyelashes. Canapés whizz past, but my stomach continues to grumble because there is nothing veggie or vegan. Breakfast bars are no longer filling the void and I fear the rumblings might drown out the music at the next show on my list. Fuck. I need to eat something. Coffee is a crap breakfast.



1:30
Alex S Yu. A sportswear/sports luxe presentation back at Freemasons, which I manage to catch the last half hour of. I am really impressed with the use of colour and his play with volume, so I take a hundred photos. Someone strikes up a conversation with me because she remembered my mismatched shoes from yesterday.



2:00
Fashion DNA: Pakistan. I can’t see over the hat of the person sitting in front of me, so my photos are fairly useless for this one. I’m digging the music though; my head-bobbing is probably annoying the hell out of the person sitting behind me.
3:00
I drag Char from Memoirs & Musings to Pho with me because I swear if I don’t eat something soon, I will either go batshit or pass out. We wait around for ages and realise that I won’t have time to wolf down my food, so I ask for my order in a takeaway container. I am the only person shovelling cold rice noodles into my mouth waiting to get into a fashion show, and I am totally ok with this. When we get to the queue there are a few others from PlusMinus already waiting, so we sidled in with them. I tell the girl standing behind us I love her outfit, and I take my second every StreetStyle picture; she is dressed head to toe in pink, with pink PVC boots and hair the colour of Barbie’s dream house.

3:40
Malan Breton “Fantôme”. This is my favourite so far, and I take so many notes on my phone that at least half of them actually make sense; I adore the androgynous shapes, the precision tailoring, the textures, the colours, the interpretation of the kilt in modern menswear. Everything in this collection is right up my street. I am so in love with this show that I message the group chat as we are leaving the hall to let them know I want to claim this one for one of my write-ups.

4:00
Pret. This is the first of many visits to the Pret-a-manger near Freemasons, which is probably one of the things that kept us fed and caffeinated all weekend. I have begun to forget what hot food tastes like, but have developed a taste for coffee.
4:30
It’s getting cold outside, so I go on a hunt for a jumper with Shona from The Prim Girl and Jen. We accidentally come across a shop I’d spotted earlier that day, called Boom Done. Not only do I find loads of stuff to covet, but it’s also a brand new ethical fashion company. I buy 3 jumpers. I also make a mental note to write a blog post about these guys because I love the concept so much.
6:00
We realise that the next show we have tickets for isn’t until 7:30, so decide to have a drink. Every bar within staggering distance of Freemasons is absolutely mobbed though, so we find somewhere that looks like a time capsule from the 80s. We have time for one drink. We quickly give up on drinking. Are we the only people at LFW who aren’t partying? Am I old now? Am I having an existential crisis?
7:00
Aaaand we’re in the queue again. The fun of queueing has well and truly worn off.
7:40
Han Wen. He plays with silhouettes in a way that reminds me of both medieval garb and samurai, with a touch of fetish-gear thrown in for good measure. I am so tired and delirious at this point that I do an impromptu voiceover for Shona’s video of the show. I am likely talking utter nonsense.
8:00
We decide to go for a drink somewhere with the criteria being “anywhere warm and not filled with assholes”. This turns out to be a random pisco bar, and we finally learn what “pisco” is. It’s not too bad. I walk Shona to the tube and grab myself a vegan lasagne at Mister Lasagne on my way home; it is the first warm thing I’ve eaten since I left Edinburgh. Yikes. By the time I’ve climbed the stairs to the flat, I’ve uploaded all my photos to Instagram and checked my messages, but I am too tired to actual respond to any of them.
10:00
Sleep, blissful sleep.

Join me again tomorrow for Part 3 of the my LFW Diaries, with more shows, more coffee, and even less sleep. If you want to read about the shows I loved this season, check out the pieces I’ve written for PlusMinus.

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