LFW Day 4: My Final Night & Day in the Fashion Bubble

The circus themed House of Evolution party, featuring burlesque dancers, beds, candy floss, and slightly freaky bathrooms; flashes of neon were a big street style trend, as were patterned trousers and leggings, statement shoes (but when are they not on trend?), hats and (gulp) fascinators; Pandemonia goes for a daytime stroll; Mollie from the Saturdays arrives for Mark Fast, and Nicola Roberts leaves; Charlotte Gush in tie-dye from our very own Affleck's Palace; I know this man is a someone but I cannot place who - help, anyone?


If you had told me this time last year that I would be attending my idolised London Fashion Week just twelve months later, I would have glanced away from my obsessive checking of style.com just long enough to give you a withering glance.

Yet, I was there at Somerset House for the A/W 2012 season. I was lucky enough to see a fair few shows, go to the best party I have ever been to (massive thanks to Katch PR and House of Evolution - you guys sure know how to throw a crazy after party) and meet some really wonderful people - some planned, but many I was simply stood next to in a queue and bonded from there (hello to Sophie of la Fashion Folie, Anna of the Quarter Life Tales of Annie Bean, Jenna of Pret A Style, Amy of Wolf Whistle, and Victoria of the Window Shopper).

I hope my photos have given you a feel of what it's been like to be at LFW, though they won't have conveyed just how constantly overjoyed I was to be there (even late last night when the pain of four days of heel-wearing nearly reduced me to tears).

First ambition of going to London Fashion Week fulfilled. Next ambition: to attend as press working for one of my favourite magazines.

Here's hoping.