Tales from LFW: Parties not Shows

2/24/2013 12:40:00 PM


Tales from LFW: Parties not Shows

While the fashion editors and celebrities crowd into the shows the rest of us go to the parties. For me, they’re the best bit. I’m always short of a smart, evening jacket and this season my Leon Max was just the thing.

A world away from the jostling bloggers crowding in to see the latest in women’s designer clothing, my favourite boutique in Chelsea , Austique, threw a pop-up party for Tallulah Rufus Isaacs’ Paris, Space. Then it was on to Belgraves Hotel, where Tallulah’s cousin, Lady Natasha Rufus Isaacs was hosting the preview of her Beulah label. My sister Davina looked smoking dolled up in the new season, and James Middleton was showing off his post-Mustique tan. Made in Chelsea’s Ollie Proudlock was bubbling about his plans for the rest of the week, he’s got a style blog he’s very proud of.

Meanwhile TV presenter Natalie Pinkham and I decided to hit Guy Pelly’s Tonteria for margaritas. The perfect way to sound in the early hours of Valentine’s Day.

Monday night is meant to be staying in night but that doesn’t seem to apply to our crew. Off we went to 5 Herford Street, Robin Birley’s chic new-ish club. I went with Tatler Hong Kong’s fashion editor, Olivia Buckingham, for the Moncler/Vistajet party, although any excuse would’ve done. Its desperately glam there. We ran excitedly around LouLou’s, the basement nightclub there, bumping into (literally!) Otis Ferry and Edie Campbell, the shoe designer Nicholas Kirkwood and man-about-town, Zafar Rushdie, the son of the great writer, Salman. He admired by black Leon Max cape - well, when its this cold who wouldn’t be jealous?

Written By: Astrid Harbord

Astrid Harbord is a fashionista and London girl-about-town.

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