A lot happened in my trip to London this week: I saw a Christopher Kane cosmic-print taxi (which I'm gutted I didn't get a photo of!), went round enough museums to last a lifetime, shopped in the brand new Forever 21, saw a real McQueen dress from his last ever "Plato" s/s 10 collection, stayed in what was possibly the worst hotel in the world, ate dim sum, shawarma, too many McDonalds, "glaston-berry" ice cream and lots of beyond amazing cakes from Laduree. It was pretty good.
In Knightsbridge I got model scouted, which was really odd but kind of cool, I guess.
And I had the best conversation ever about Balmain with one of the sales people about those studded safety pin jackets from spring (sold out in a day apparently), the mood of the a/w collection (a bit more subdued with a military theme... aren't they all military themed?!), the best collection ever (that sparkly 80's Balmania wonder of a/w 09!) and the size you would have to be to squeeze into the insane skinny leather pants, which according to him was size 0 (I died a little inside.) and which I refuse to believe.
Oh and I saw Platform 9 and three quarters, and I'm not gonna lie, I did try and see if I could go through the wall. Sadly think I have to accept that I'll be a muggle for life.
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