|mr Lens & I: a killah team|
After my post asking you guys what to pack/do, I got so little answers that I practially went naked...Ok, not really because airport security does need the scan to see behind the clothes, right? And London was bound to be awfully wet & drizzly. So I went kinda spontaniously and unprepared.
The arrival at Somerset was quite fun, and actually felt more down-to-earth as I counted in. I expected haute snobbery and the people had that London-fun-spirit going on with a good dash of fashionality. So I made my first set of photos, and the idiotic Vine video. That evening I went to Selfridges and had a back-massage for 10 minutes: the Portuguese guy massageing me actually did 12, bliss.
I had wedges on and I regretted it soooo much the next morning: almost cripple! I was so sensible to go for a hostel: ehm, I wish I had a hotel because the preening and pampering was like supercrappy: I was probably only at LFW to make other people feel good about their appearance as mine would make absolutely no competition. Anyway, I have looked better in my life.
I wanted to have my hair trimmed & a London blowdry: UK people often have the best and most volumised do's. I wanted to go to Massato London, but hadn't booked anything and my feet were already not-so-happy, so I eventually went to Rusk. That must be the equivalent for wanting to go to The Wolseley for dinner and ending up in McDonalds. However, for a couple of hours I had 'Kate Middleton' bounce, which is something quite outstanding in my stubbornly straight hair.
Grooming in a hostel is absolutely no pleasure: I forgot the blowdryer, my favourite serum, and the flapjack from the day earlier made my skin look like 50! OMG, I NEED MAKEUP. Oh, the 5 hours sleep were no help either.
Then my suitcase I concocted a mix that I would say: "I needed so much more preparation!" I donned on the leather midi skirt, a turban I bought at Topshop Unique, the sweater that was actually meant for relaxing, my Zebra scarf and the shoes could not be heels: too much agony! And tons of undereye concealer: I still looked like 49!!!
|posing 4 @melimelobags #catwalktobagwalk Instagram promo|
On the plus side the look of looking like 49 made some people ask if I was an editor for a magazine?: "ehm, not really". So if I had a blog for it? "Yes, I have a blog for it". Then there are actually people who know my blog, and start to giggle when you mention the name. I realise I must be the "funny one" out there ;)
That day I spotted some familiar faces from the day earlier. Funny how you will get more familiar when spending time there: people to see and to be seen.
I actually spend a day longer in London than I planned for. I only packed for 2 days so I had to go for a black-n-white dress in not-so-fab material. However, my feet had recovered from agony to quite painful, which was good enough to go for my & Other Stories neutral-ish black heels. I tried to go to the Somerset Toni & Guy hairdressers, but they were fully booked...darn.
I couldn't stay long as I had to prepare for my flight: also, I had to drink buckets of coffee to stay warm & perky. Hence, I stumbled with a camera full of inspiring, gorgeous and above all, really superb personalities on my plane where I was with the pretty, down-to-earth Dutch people again.