Snap, snap, snap. Camera buttons going up and down like the teeth of somebody exceptionally hungry. Rush, rush, rush. The scurry of feet as the same people race to not miss a helping.
Wasn't fashion week once a trade show? A time for designers to be the center of attention while their hard work and talent was uncovered to the world? I know there's a lot of discussion about street style at fashion week nowadays but it isn't street style. A man wearing a mask made of Lego would not wear that mask on a regular day out and there is a general sense of dressing to impress as opposed to dressing 'real'.
Women walk past, their never ending legs are bare. I stand, my short legs shaking slightly with cold underneath my tights. One is stood by the tent, wearing a sleeveless long navy jacket with black lapels and not much else on underneath. Her slender limbs are without goosebumps. How is this possible? Or more importantly, are coats not an 'attractive' item of clothing? It's February!
I help myself to free coconut water. Coconut water is great but free coconut water is even better.
Inside the cafe,with conversation and warm drinks, myself, Borum, Sharon, Ramona and Heidi are sitting at a table with blogger Edita Lozovska of Pret-a-reporter. The sentences she speaks are wise and insightful and only briefly touch on fashion.
Outside, I pass Susie Lau. Her quick steps and business-like facial expression tell me to leave her be.
Inside the Courtyard Show Space, Holly Fulton is underway. I wonder what it's like and what is happening, feeling like a child being kept away from the adults' fun. When back in my room in the evening, I find out. It's more subdued for a Fulton offering- baby pinks, simple silks and leather, ladylike crystal detailing- and classically glamorous with sensuous slip dresses and plush fur jackets like something from a vintage movie.
I look in my bag. Ooo yay, more coconut water.
You can see my accessory snaps here on Amber and Jasper