My fashion week...

London is a frenzy with the start of London Fashion Week today. Models, designers, journalists, photographers, caterers are all piling into Somerset House and other venues around London showcasing the latest talents. I just caught a glimpse of the fantastic mayhem this morning when I delivered some forgotten items to a client, sadly the traffic wardens were like flies so no photo opportunity, but I'm sure you'll be inundated in the press in the next few days.

Got me thinking as to what fashion means. I love the Coco Chanel quote that I have used before on this blog

'Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.'

And nowhere is that more true than in London, where just about anything goes. Personally I feel that on the continent they are more reserved with their fashion taste, we in the Uk are more unique and experimental. In my grand old age these days, I do tend to go for the slightly more sedate clothes, but I have been through my fair share of styles and looks. As a teenager one week I'd be a rockabilly the next a goth. I went through a hat phase, which I seem to be reprising at the moment. I only wore precarious heels for a while, now I tend to wear flats or converse especially when pushing a pram around. Last thing Matilda needs is for Mummy to sprain her ankle whilst trying to get her off a bus! 

I've always been a follower of fashion, an avid reader of Fashion mags, I still get a thrill from the sound of Vogue dropping through my letter box. During my teenage years, Chelsea Girl, Miss Selfridge, Topshop, Ken Market were all very much part of my repertoire. I've always had a bit of a crush on Coco Chanel and on Paloma Picasso whose shop in Paris I used to stare into. I settled for the luscious red lipstick in gold packaging and the elegant rich parfum. Still, I do love a bargain so I often pop into H&M and Primark, but my preferred choice these days is Whistles, Reis, Wallis and if my purse could take it it would always be Chanel Chanel Chanel....a little Dior, Sonia Rykiel and perhaps a bit of Prada with some Stella to stir things up. I can but dream...