HUNTING ADVENTURES

With London Fashion Week in full swing, Dani and myself headed down to South Kensington this morning to get in on the action. Proceedings were, however, cut short after we suffered a low blow. Fashion Week is not student friendly. We strolled through the first lot of security with ease, though with no invite we clearly weren't going anywhere fast (apparently it helps if you're actually invited, what ARE the chances?). It was worth a try and although we had no luck, we did get a glimpse of British beauty and face of Marks and Spencers, Erin O'Connor.


Maybe it was karma, or maybe it was a case of 'in the right place at the right time' either way our day improved considerably soon after the initial setback. Whilst waiting in the queue in Topshop Oxford Circus for my free canvas tote (courtesy of Anne Sofie Back, Richard Nicoll and Todd Lynn), Dani spots out Ali Stephens, Imogen Morris Clark and Hanne Gaby Odiele. So thats three models in the space of about 5 minutes, good call. Although i'm not religious, someone somewhere must love us - shortly after I found the bodycon zip through dress in my size, which never EVER happens.


When Dani pointed out this morning that although we had a pretty dire start to the day, something amazing would happen in return, I was not expecting what was coming next. After lunching in the ridiculously glamorous forecourt at Macdonalds, we returned to Topshop once more to find another dress i'd previously forgotten. We didn't find another dress, we did however find a Mr Kanye West. Needless to say, we were particularly starstruck and the chance for a photo-op was not to be missed, so I walked over and asked the man himself. He seemed pretty chilled and was more than happy to oblige, Topshop however, were not. After being told several times to "put the camera away", I backed down: Kanye on the other hand..."just do it, just do it, do it without them seeing", somehow I think not.


A bad start to the day doesn't mean things won't perk up, I never took the photo (who knows why, its only Topshop) but I reckon we had more fun eating Hummingbird cupcakes and celebrity spotting than we would have crammed in a tent, boiling our brains out. We came away with a couple of canvas bags, magazines, newspapers and some disgusting expresso and the knowledge that we can have a good time when things go wrong. Enough of the moral high horse, we actually discovered that Fashion Week hates us student types and that we love free stuff, not that we didn't already know that...