Sunday, Monday and La Wintour

Whoops, I forgot to post my link yesterday, sorry. To make up for it, here is a photo of Anna Wintour that I took at today's Jaeger London show as I sat across the shag pile carpet runway from her:



Until I have time to write up my full round up of the week, head over to the Daily Express website for my daily photo blog of LFW:

For Sunday's post, click here

For today's post, click here

LFW SS10: Where the hell am I?

You may be puzzled by my disappearance during London Fashion Week. As hardened readers will know, twice a year I relinquish my lacklustre blogging and go hardcore during LFW. However, this year I'm blogging for my work place and unfortunately, I cannot face doing two separate lots of photo editing each night, nor can I write coherently for four hours straight. So I'll make you guys a deal. I'll post links to my official efforts each night and then I'll do a round up of everything next week, when it's all over.

Sound good? Yeah? Great. Now, go read here:

LFW Friday - click here

LFW Saturday - click here

If Vogue is the Fashion Bible, is Anna Wintour Jesus?

Much has been made of The September Issue, a documentary that follows Anna Wintour and the team at US Vogue, as they put together the most important issue of their publication and by far the biggest issue ever of the fashion magazine. For the last six months, as were gradually drip fed clips and information, my desire to see a film has reached new heights. I had to see it. Many stories abounded of bootleg copies floating around New York and the desparation of fashion editors worldwide to see it.

Having missed every press screening, I was determined to watch it on the opening night and I succeeded, being the first to dash into the Curzon Mayfair’s 8:50pm screening with a friend. For the first time in years, I walked out of a cinema completely inspired. Not since seeing Baz Luhrmann’s take on Romeo and Juliet, have I felt this way and for the record, I believe that the R&J flick feelings had a lot to do with Leonardo DiCaprio and my raging teenage hormones.

The film is has very limited screenings but you can see the London listings here. Sorry, rest of UK, I’m sure your google skills will net you the information you need. If for some reason, you have been living in a dark cave of a mountain in Outer Mongolia for the last six months and have no idea what the hell I’m talking about, watch the trailer here.

I am officially in love with Grace Coddington.