Mademoiselle

I feel like I’ve been run over by a fashion steam roller.  After four weeks of bombing around the fashion capitals attending ten shows per day, never mind the presentations, re-sees, store openings and book launches, loved the Sartorialist’s launch by the way and his girlfriend Garance is beautiful, talented and nice, (gag) I’m shattered.  The simplest of things have been hard work over the past few days including decisions about what to wear in the morning (thus confirming total loss of mind and body) and I’ve gone off shopping; OMG it’s official, I’ve lost my fashion mojo! Ok I know, I haven’t been saving lives and I aint no junior doctor, God knows how many hours they work each week (hats off to all junior doctors btw).  By the end of Paris fashion week (which ended last Thursday) my camera broke, my computer broke and my bag broke, I lost my note pad and pen with most of my fashion week notes it it (twas retrieved by the driver from a cafe thank GOD / the nice man in the cafe) and finally yesterday my blackberry broke.  I wouldn’t have minded so much about the Blackberry but A: it was new and B: it was whilst I was in mid conversation with my young man.  Did I mention I have a new young man?  When I say young, he’s not teenage young, he’s five years younger than me but just enough to make me feel naughty!  So when I was supposed to be regrouping, food shopping and bill paying this weekend I was giddying around East London with Mr Magic (as he will be referred to from now on). I went on a magical tour of the East with Mr Magic, no I’m not talking the Far East, I’m talking East End.  I’m strictly a west gal but may have been converted to the way of the East; it was fun in a lower east side of NYC kinda way.  The girls were the cutest I have seen in the whole of London, all vintage quirkiness with matching dogs and boyfriends.  Am going east again on Friday night to the launch of the ACNE  paper no:9 at the Christ Church in Spitalfields.  The invitation says Art and Spirituality, more believable than fashion and spirituality am guessing? Going to the Paul Smith store launch on Marylebone High Street later and then on to the new Juicy Couture store on Bruton Street oh and Mr Alexander Wang is in town doing a talk at Selfridges later.  So much fashion too little time.