Free Transformation

The day after the 'night of four fashion parties' I woke up feeling and looking more than just a little worse for wear (see the picture directly below). I cautiously donned a wide-brimmed (vintage Kangol-thanks nan) tweed hat, some harem pants and (shock! Horror!) trainers before stumbling down to South Ken for the seemingly the umpteenth time that week. There was literally no way I could face a full day of shows looking as I did (like crap) so I made for the London Fashion Week exhibition tent in search of help.

First stop? Mac, of course. The super-brand has a stall for press where you can go and find out what what’s coming up looks-wise (I always find this beyond exciting) and also...you can get a free make-over from a Mac artist. While I waited I shamelessly eavesdropped in on an interview taking place beside me with Mac's Terry Barber, creative genius and basically make-up guru. I assumed my position en stool and the lovely Nicola got to work quick sharp. I relaxed, having light shimmering lavender brushed over my lids and about three juicy shades expertly applied to my dehydrated lips. Eventually I realised that the lady sitting beside was make-up legend, make-up artist for Dior, Dolce et al, Pat McGrath! After Nicola had completed my (very Jasmine Le Bon) look, Pat swivelled around and told me that I looked lovely!!!! Well now. Is that not the best start to anyone’s day? Managing to restrain myself from hugging Nicola and doing a merry little jig around the tent, I left, pronto (with a lovely bag of samples which included a gorgeous new Fuchsia shade of Cremesheen that Nicola used on me, 'Lickable').

Outside Mac’s stand, I turned the corner and landed in the welcoming arms of Toni & Guy. Far from registering shock at my ugly slicked-back barnet, people were kind (the new face probably helped!), gently easing my hungover bones into a lovely soft leather chair. It transpired that the chair was no ordinary one but one that gave you a massage. I’m not joking. Sophie, my stylist gave me a totally orgasmic head massage (seriously-you don’t know true relaxation until you get your head massaged whilst sitting in a massage chair!) and my need to vomit/drink water/cry waned considerably.

Sophie sat me down, assessed the damage and swiftly got to work. We decided to work with the ‘style’ I already had (a grown-out, lopsided mop) and turn it into something decent. Sophie totally surpassed herself, creating a gorgeous, perfectly neat bob. That girl could blowdry and the whole thing shone like freshly polished glass. I felt like a younger Anna Wintour without the fringe. Everyone said I looked lovely again. I left feeling so, shimmying my way past the Natural History Museum, harem pants catching the wind in delight. Instead of hiding from camera-wielding bloggers like me, I stopped, pouted and posed like a pro, even when it didn’t actually look like they wanted to take my picture. I stared in every reflective surface imaginable, car doors, windows, you name it. There was hair-swinging, there was joy.

The whole glorious make-over process almost gave me the energy to go out and show off Henry Holland’s party later but by the time I got home I was starting to seriously worry for my liver and general health. The need to lie down out-weighed the desire for free alcohol-interesting, eh? I stayed in for once (sleeping on my face so the bob wouldn’t get ruined).

http://www.maccosmetics.co.uk
http://www.toniandguy.com/

looking bad. This is WITH foundation and concealer. I just couldn't bear to show all of the spots as well

looking much, much better (I know the eye bags are still there but I got the
haemorrhoid cream out later and that obliterated them)


Hair before Sophie's magic

Oooh, the back was really bad and wonky

Ah lovely hair after

Gwynnie, watch your back-I'm going to go blonder, grow out the rest of my fringe and steal your hair-mwah ha ha!



Watch you back ice queen