A Day of Fashion in London | LONDON FASHION WEEK
I think it is safe to say that most social media influencers and influenceés (is that even a word?) know it is fashion week season! All over the blogosphere, instagram, twitter and facebook feeds have been full of fashion talk for Autumn/Winter 2015. Being that I’m in London and a big part of why I am here has to do with my passion for fashion, it goes without saying, I made an appearance!
Saturday 21 February 2015
LONDON FASHION WEEK
It was a day full of excitement, anxiety, passion, confirmation and of course FASHION.
The morning started with putting together my outfit. My thought process was K.I.S.S. (Keep It Simple, Sweetie) and that so happened to mean leather, lace, tights, skirt, booties and my beloved grey and black coat.
When I left home, I took an All-day travel card because I knew I would be up and down in and out of central London all day.
Once I arrived at Temple tube station I met with fellow blogger Mylene from Style and DNA, It was so nice to be there with her because she shares in my love for street style and being surrounded by creatives at Sommerset House.
As we made our way into the Sommerset compounds, we were immediately stopped and asked to take OUR PHOTOS! It was an unexpected but exciting feeling, especially for me because I didn’t really think I dressed to impress, as I was more hoping to be an on-looker. It was nice to see that some photographers wanted more than just a photo but to know where our outfits were from, where we are from and what we love most about fashion week.
Here’s a few of my favourites I managed to sneak and take while taking in the amazing experience.
After enjoying the action at Sommerset house, and getting a glimpse of the runway shows that were being broadcasted live on the jumbo screens we left. We decided to go for some Thai food next door and have some girl talk!
Time wasn’t my friend so after our late lunch I said bye to Mylene and headed home to drop off my camera, personal belongings, made a quick change and headed back to central London for Fashion Scout.
The reason I was at Fashion Scout was to help a Stylist in the dressing of models for one of the runway shows. I got this gig due to my contacts from being apart of the Style Society at the School of Style in LA.
You may be wondering who I was helping and what designer but I will be leaving that anonymous because it was far from a
Where to begin… I arrived and it felt like I was at a club trying to get the bouncers attention to get in. Once I gave my details I was allowed in but with no real direction where to go. After a bit of wandering, I found someone who was willing to be of assistance to get me to where I needed to be.
I arrived to this chaotic, stress filled room to be introduced to the stylist but she seemed to not know I was coming?! It was extremely frantic. No direction. A lot of “helpers” standing around willing to help, yet an angry stylist that was very go, go, go when someone found something to do.
During prepping, low and behold us “helpers” asked each other a question about something to do with a dress and the corresponding shoes and the stylist happened to walk by and blew up over something that wasn’t even a problem. So she proceeded to say leave it and she will do it herself…
After that, it was a lot more standing around for myself and a few others. She eventually needed something, so of course she came to me demanding I get the wifi password for Fashion Scout but the office was not giving it out nor did the half a douzen people i asked have it. I even played the I’m just an intern and my “crazy” stylist really needs it (worried face) but to no avail. I’ll admit, i was feeling less than competent at that point but I shook myself of that quick and I went back handed her her phone with no wifi password.
Shortly after some of us were told to stand outside the room because it was too packed #truth, but we ended up standing there with no words, not even a look from her. Me and this other guy in particular really began to sense we were not needed especially after the dress/shoe situation. We gave it a bit more time and finally we decided to leave!
Bottom line, I came to the show to be a model dresser and this wasn’t my first time either. At this point, minutes before our models walked we hadn’t been given any models we were responsible for. Needless to say, I knew I wasn’t going to be dressing models that night. I had also heard her say to another person that she had “so many helpers” and as a stylist for a fashion show especially during LFW, you can never have too many helpers you are always short at best. SO if she felt she had too many helpers, well I will do you a favour hunny and go about my business.
Yes, I will be the first to admit I was unprofessional but lets be honest, I only went for the access to the runway couture. I’ve long since known in the fashion styling world I want not to be apart of the celebrity/runway styling but that personal styling is what I am most fond of. Me leaving was a matter of respect, that wasn’t given. I understand the environment is a stressful one and you must have a tough skin but at the same time I was not begging to be there and I got what I essentially wanted from that experience.
I ended that day very tired but completely satisfied with putting myself out there and really enjoying my time in London
I encourage everyone to step out of their comfort zone and try something out of the ordinary!