Image Billa BaldwinNever has a party been and done what it says on the tin, with most people 'fashing off' in the queue due to bad organisation, with two parties taking place at the same venue, namely BBB in Shoreditch. A scrum of fashionista's packed the door, with friends of the door whore Daniel Lismore dragging people through the swelling crowd, proving it's easier for a camel to fit through the eye of a needle; than for a fashionista to enter Beach Blanket Babylon.
After queueing for a bloody hour, not that I mind, just frustrating when your queueing by yourself due to bad punctuality/fashionably late/whatever, I finally got in to find the downstair bar full of the exact same wankers as were at the International Fashion Party; talk about needing to 'Fash off!.' On making a hasty retreat upstairs I bumped into my old friend Ben Charles Edwards, and spent the evening in a rather relaxed affair having an extended chatette with the director, and his good friends Roger Spy (no relation) and Hamilton Stansfield. All in all a relaxing end to LFW, the circus rolls on to Milan, but P.S. for one won't be partaking in the madness.