Or, to be exact, I met a friend from home for coffee, visited the designer showrooms in search of new brands and overlooked gems, wandered around the International Fashion Showcase in Somerset House (Poland was my favourite, btw), took some street style photos, took in the dramatic gowns (and walks) of the Barrus show and then, finally, swung by a rather theatrical presentation by Filipino designer John Herrera.
Then it was off to the airport for Japanese food, a beer and a swift return to reality, punctuated by a lovely bus trip home once I returned to Irish soil that involved the bus being swarmed by around thirty of the drunkest university students I have ever laid eyes on, who set the journey back by fifty minutes. What a crash landing back into the less glamorous ins and outs of daily life, particularly unpleasant for having to return home a day early and before the Richard Malone presentation: devastation, thy name is Colette.
Roll on next season!
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