Marc Jacobs started his show over two hours late. At least this time there was ventilation, so I didn’t sweat all over my Ossie Clark dress. Due to camera problems, I missed a good shot of Posh Beckham aka Victoria Spice. Fortunately, fashion reporter Cheryl Tan was willing to do her best Posh imitation.
Cheryl, her cheekbones, and her husband Mike!
I caught Anna Wintour running for the exit at the end, hair flying and a slight smile on her face.
“I’m a celebrity! Get me out of here!”
The good news for me is that dish-washing gloves are all the rage.
“I’d scrub your floors but I’m anemic!”
I was surrounded by fabulous fashion people.
Greg, Tina and Tina’s amazing bosom
I wore my favorite Ossie, but took a bad picture.
If I can replace this picture with a better one, I will. I’m not pregnant!
Marc started his show with the “finale” walk, so I’ll end with the beginning too.
Hello, goodbye, hello!
P.S. I saw someone wearing the Celia Birtwell Topshop dress I blogged about
before. Do! Not! Get! It! It looked very cheap.