Recently Goldsheep were kind enough to invite me along to see their debut fashion show during London Fashion Week. I was of course crazy excited, this is most fashion blogger’s dream. Fashion week, I mean FASHION WEEK!
However, it wasn’t precisely what I had expected…or it was a little too much of what I expected. Let me start at the beginning…
So I arrive in London with my friend Charley, who did me the honour of being my beautiful date for the evening. I’m so grateful to Goldsheep for allowing me to bring her along, I don’t think that I could have coped with the anxiety of going alone.
We started out with a prosecco sloes, pizza and a couple of salted caramel profiteroles on my behalf at Pizza express. Then the most ahhhhhmazing cocktails at the Kenza restaurant and lounge before heading over to the venue.
There were photo-ops everywhere you looked. Of course there were those fancy boards for you to take a picture in front of and of course in every one of them I hate the face I’m pulling. Charley, the angel, was so very patient and kept trying to get that perfect shot. Then she gets it and somebody bumps into her so its blurry…or maybe its the perfect shot because its blurry so I can’t dislike my face.
After a little while everybody sits down and the show starts. First up is the Prodigal Daughter, with the most beautiful prints and unique shapes. On top of that, the models were absolutely incredible and everything was extremely polishe, I could have watched this brand’s runways for hours.
The show was incredible, the most amazing experience. The models were beautiful, the make up was pretty, hair was pristine and the fashion was on a whole other level.
My only complaint is the bitchiness. I mean, I expected bitchiness but I at least expected it to be discreet. There was a girl sat near us who couldn’t stop looking down her nose at everyone she saw. Even worse, there was a woman on the other side of the runway who continuously mocked models and even took a photo of somebody to show to her friend and mock them.
I don’t want to scare you, most people seemed friendly and fun.
It was a lovely evening, the prosecco on tap helped to zap the last of my nerves. I would definitely do it again, however, when it came to the end of the night and there was chatter about an after party at a fancy sushi place…we headed to the closest McDonalds.