Isabella Blow at Somerset House
I can't believe that it has taken us this long to get here. We said that we wanted to go months ago, but somehow things got in the way, you know, like they always seem to do these days. But as the time had finally arrived, we decided to make a day of it.
An early start, with the best intentions to leave the house on time; intentions that never bear much fruit. We met outside the gates and decided that, before we did anything, we needed to fill up on fuel for the day ahead. So, taking a 3 minute shortcut down Montreal Place, we stopped for what we had intended to be breakfast but, by this time, turned out to be brunch at The Delauney. After a surprisingly stress-free decision process, we opted for both pancakes and waffles with maple syrup to share, and a pot of breakfast tea to wash it down. We wolfed down both, and with happy tummies returned to Somerset House.
The exhibition was brimming. Most of all, brimming with the work of some unbelievably talented designers and visionaries. I couldn't bear to ruin the surprise of what you might see, so I won't say a huge amount about it except these few pointers:
1. You will enter knowing nothing and leave knowing everything about eccentric headwear.
2. This may result in feelings of inadequacy over your ability to wear hats.
3. You might cry a little over Alexander McQueen.
4. No, you definitely will.
Following the exhibition, and revelling in all the space that Somerset House has to offer (I've never been there when there hasn't been London Fashion Week's huge construction in the square). We pranced around and attracted attention to ourselves in our bright blue clothes, which we hadn't planned on coordinating, but somehow ended up doing just that.
Suit & Shirt - Topshop
Hat - Topman
Boots - Kurt Geiger
Bowtie - Vintage Remade
Rings - Southbank Market