21 Feb 2010, Posted by admin in OFW Blog, 1 Comments

Ms. O reports back from the LFW afterparty hosted by Oxford Fashion Week and FI

I headed along to the party hosted by Oxford Fashion Week and Fashion Insider Magazine at Firehouse to celebrate the opening night of London Fashion Week on Friday. Dressed from head to toe in Alexander McQueen in tribute to the designer (he was a personal friend, if you want to know), I sashayed to the front of the queue despite arriving fashionably late (another LFW reception where I just HAD to show my face), and was soon brought a glass of Champagne by the club’s manager.

The door staff were all dressed in military Russian hats and jackets by Dictator, so I posed with the door girl in front of Oxford Fashion Week’s banner, before heading in to check out the action.

I spent a fair amount of the evening dodging a rather over-zealous photographer in a little floral number who kept trying to get me to pose with an OFW card…

When WILL the paparazzi learn that I’m no ordinary girl and can’t be snapped at events – leave that to the It girls and celebrities.

There were some fairly special outfits that almost threatened my eye-catching absolutism, so I made sure to stay well away from a certain jaw dropping pink lace catsuit and some fabulous feathers for most of the evening.

I spied a few potential models making their names known to key personnel before Saturday’s call backs: “Mmm, by the way, I’ve been invited to the casting callbacks tomorrow…no I don’t really mind…incidentally I would REALLY quite like to be in the Couture show…”

A certain young OFW team member seemed to rather enjoy coming of age at midnight, ably assisted by a pineapple-loving American Boy old enough to know better and a photographer with a penchant for dropping drinks (his own and other people’s).

A wide-eyed first-year lawyer-slash-model was trying her luck with a trainee solicitor, unaware of his VIP girlfriend laughing along behind her back. A few dangerous liaisons were taking place downstairs in the quiet corners, unaware of the rather unflattering ‘casual snaps’ being taken of their trysts.

The dancing continued well into the night and I even had a twirl myself with a couple of Moet-bearing bankers. A girl’s got to keep herself hydrated, after all. And bankers, especially IBD, are always the way to go as they work such long hours they don’t have time to be clingy or worry when you never call back.

And before I turned into a pumpkin, I slipped into a black cab (it’s only a few metres but those Armadillo shoes are unforgiving) and headed round the corner to Bouji’s to finish the night…

So that’s my update on Friday night, a great evening had by all with fabulous fashion and delightful drinks…

I can’t wait for my next public appearance.

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Love from Ms. O

x

My perfect party outfit: Alexander McQueen dress as worn by SJP (I wear it better), recycled headpiece, signature skull-print scarf on my darling poodle and, of course, my favourite Armadillo shoes.