There were lots of very beautiful people at this party including the very gorgeous Mark Ronson. He didn’t stay long, unfortunately; perhaps because he could see three girls foaming at the mouth about a metre away from him…it wasn’t our fault though-in a place as packed as this it would have been unusual if your face wasn’t nestled in someone’s armpit. Anyway, we all had a grand old time, drinking Martini cocktails and lots of lovely champers.
I was fortunate enough to meet one of my all-time greatest heroes at this party, Hillary Alexander. She is living proof that you can work in fashion and still be a lovely, generous human being. Michael Roberts was also very charismatic, even when faced with seemingly hundreds of people wanting signed copies of his book. I got one and am happy to have it-it features many photographs of an almost impossibly hunky shepherd holding cute lambs and suchlike. “Could such a shepherd really exist?” we asked ourselves. Was it actually possible that somewhere in deepest Sicily (where the campaign was shot) a toned, tanned, straight man might be caressing a lamb wearing holey Dolce and Gabbana ‘Y’ fronts? We decided that it was highly unlikely-he would be scouted and outed in the (pardon the expression) flick of a lamb’s tail.
After getting over this depressing thought, we realised that we were perhaps a little too Martini-filled and rowdy for such a refined establishment and promptly went on to Alex Lambrecht’s night at Maddox to play with some more beautiful people and see Drew from Babyshambles DJ.
Then I went home and nearly had a coronary when I thought I saw a rat run across my bathroom floor-riches to rags, eh? More to follow, I fear…
A suspicious-looking Saz (her blog is called http://www.orfalseglitter.blogspot.com/ and is very good) and the lovely Lucy Kebbell
My heroine Hillary Alexander
Me and Simon Webb-he's fit isn't he? I held on to him for a bit too long but he hides his fear well.
Richard (right) but his friend's name escapes me-sorry, I've had too much champers this week!