LFW Party Report: getting Twiggy at Sass & Bide!

20 February 2010

A debate with Twiggy, a troubled artist and a quick chit-chat with Little Boots...

Baby, it’s cold outside. Arctic winds were blowing across Somerset House last night, but was smug in Granny’s faux fur stole as I pedalled to the Sass & Bide show. Not for long... Smugness wore off as soon as I came through the door and met none other than Twiggy: “Is that real fur you’re wearing?” she scolded, all bright eyes and massive smile. “Of course not!”

Near faux-fur-pas avoided, we went on to discuss the week ahead. “I’m really looking forward to Matthew Williamson,” she gushed, “because I love him to madness. It’ll be all my mates really - Christopher Bailey for Burberry, Stella McCartney. I’ve known Stella since she was born, so that’s a real family affair.”

Went in search of champagne and instead found Lisa Snowdon. We bonded over grey nail varnishes (hers was Essie, mine robbed from a friend). She wasn’t sure whether she’d wear Peter Pilotto or Giles to the Baftas next week. As her new BFF I suggested taking some of the load off her and wearing one as her guest, but she didn’t seem that up for it. Wonder why?
After the show I flew over to the Current/Elliott party at Morton’s on Berkeley Square and nabbed a few smoked salmon blinis before chatting to fashion illustrator Daisy de Villeneuve. Her hands were aching after doing live catwalk drawing at the David Koma show. “At one point, my sheet of paper flew across the catwalk!” she cringed. Sounds like a narrow escape from catwalk carnage.

Onwards to the Felder Felder party at Sketch, where Little Boots was DJ for the evening. “I really love fashion week,” she told me, “But I prefer being involved in a creative way, not just to stand around and stare.” After a week of blogging, and the music production for a number of shows under her belt, how would she have any time left to stand and stare?

My highlight of the night was being told I looked “so YSL darling” by an American stylist. Felt very pleased in my sexy new Hamilton-Paris blouse, but wondered if she’d still say the same if she saw me later - lights flashing and guns blazing down Regent Street as I wheeled my way home.  Saint Laurent cycle chic? Yves might not agree.

- Alannah Sparks


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