LFW SS13: DAY THREE

I know I've been harping on about a clean, minimal look for SS13, but after seeing my first show of the day - Ekaterina Kukhareva - I know what I'll be wearing next year. Brightly coloured, peace-and-love-inspired geometric knits, in sexy silhouettes.. basically the Missonis on acid, dancing around an Ibizan beach in the 1970s. Best start working on my summer bod now if I want to look like that.

Today I drank a very interesting but tasty cocktail in the One Aldwych hotel, snatched a moment with the ridiculously cool Charlotte Free (be still my beating heart.. that's basically my ideal outfit), and met the infamous Sugarpuff. He was devastated that he hadn't been street-style-snapped today so I promised I'd feature his outfit on my blog - fed up of not being able to find suitably funky clothing he's taken to customising suits and embellishing his shoes.

We're over Fashion Week's hump day and everyone is starting to tire. Two more days to go, better make the most of it!

LFW SS13 DAY TWO

Today was about Vauxhall Fashion Scout's Ones to Watch, featuring the adorable Ming (I so love how the designers man their collections at the Fashion Scout exhibition.. I now consider them all to be good friends and will be offended if this isn't reciprocated), seeing Minnie Mouses everywhere, who the fuck is Tahir Sultan, the super cool Spijkers + Spijkers soundtrack which I'm trying to find out how to download, getting a sparkly pink manicure, Antonia Wesseloh with an adorbs dog at Ashley Isham, having an excellent catch-up over dinner with Annie Bean and Sophie of La Fashion Folie (Anna also scored me a free pair of UGG boots - they're totes FASH and not what you'd expect at all - and a bag full of make-up. That's one serious blagger blogger), and just generally taking in the sights and sounds (the latter, mainly M83)  of London Fashion Week.

For those who are like where's the street styles dude, and vibes? Less shows, more steez!!!, don't worry. Tomorrow is much quieter show-wise for me so I will be spending much more time hanging around Somerset House taking pictures of hats with feathers, shoes with spikes, and the likes.

Please find below further evidence of the pale, minimal look at the shows. I hate to say I told you so, but...

  Not-ugg-Uggs.