Fashion Week is upon us! And with all this professional fashion blogging on the go, Fashion Popcorn thought we’d like to hear from someone not so familiar with the LFW world. So when I heard that self-confessed “High Street Civilian” Louise Franklin was off to two of her friends’ shows this week, I insisted she write about it…
First up is her mate Michael Van der Ham‘s Spring 2012 show on Monday 19th September:
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“Running through Waterloo looking for ‘the fashion show’ (as the kind man at the train information desk called it) I thought I’d be able to spot the real fashiony-types swanning through in impossibly high heels, in black designer. But all I could see right now was just harassed people like me – wearing clothes from a wardrobe of hand me downs, high street shops and charity jumbles. And when I finally found the old Eurostar terminus (right where Harriet said it would be!) I saw where all the fashiony-types had got to. Queuing in various shades of black and oozing varying degrees of excitement, though I think we were all excited – some just hid it better.
As a high-street civilian I was too shy to ask, ‘Was this the queue for Michael Van der Ham?’ But I didn’t need to as everyone was clutching the white invitation with huge blobs of colour and glitter (I didn’t take mine out of the envelope, wanted to keep it nice to be framed you see).
But despite being a little over-awed, I did feel slightly pleased with myself as I actually KNEW the designer we were all waiting to see, had in fact sat in his studio the day before surrounded by 6 foot tall pubescent girls trying his dresses on in preparation for today.
Though I wasn’t so shy that my eyes weren’t on stalks… There I was staring at all the incredibly interesting-looking people around me, dressed so trendy that they were verging on odd but I suppose that’s fashion innit? And I, well, I looked positively high street.
London Fashion Week is certainly good at building a buzz even when making people queue for a show. Once you’ve walked through the faintly surreal and abandoned old Eurostar terminus, been greeted with a glass of fizz and a sliver of quiche, then sat yourself down with none other than Michael’s mum, you feel very smug indeed.”
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