Grazia Daily kicked off a week of glamorous parties in the most chic and sophisticated way possible, with an intimate gathering in Harrods for friends and family of Roger Vivier. Sparkling Limelight pumps were dotted amongst the candy-coloured macaroons in flavours ranging from blackcurrant violet to bergamot. We had several down the hatch before we realized that we had accidentally skipped the main course – tiny crab brioches and little spoonfuls of duck with artichoke mash. Quelle horreur!
Sir Bob Geldof was there to support his girlfriend Jeanne Marine, who was treating the crowd to a performance of smoldering songs played on the ukulele. He was just telling us where he gets his suits made (Adam Shener FYI – and they’re super-sharp) when an effervescent Anna Friel came bubbling through the door and threw her arms around him. 'I’m so pleased to be here because I never “do” Fashion Week,' she enthused. 'It’s so much pressure – I had only five minutes to get ready so I just threw on some dark lipstick because I’d read somewhere that it’s cool, but I haven’t even had time to wash my hair!' We wished we looked like that after five minutes.
Strong shades of lipstick seemed to be the look du soir and luckily we were in keeping with the theme with a bold MAC shade that Rhys Ifans became rather fascinated with, 'It’s called Lady Danger,' we told him. 'My kind of lipstick! If there’s trouble then I’m involved!' he stated, as he brandished some indiscernible tattoo scrawl at us.
We grabbed a moment with Bruno Frisoni, creative director of Roger Vivier and designer of the iconic Limelight shoe which Jeanne Marine was not only wearing but also using to sultrily stroke her ukulele as she sang. 'She is captivating – and so natural,' he mused, 'and as we can see tonight, she really loves the Limelight.' Whether he meant the shoe or the show was a moot point.
As we left we thanked our hosts Ines de la Fressange (incomprehensible beauty and elegance and one-time muse of Monsieur Lagerfeld) and Bruno himself, and were handed goodie bags with yet more mini macaroons and – OMG! – an invitation to come to the Roger Vivier boutique at Harrods for a gift. Be still our beating hearts! We have to wait til Monday to see what that might be!
From the chic to the carnage: there was practically a brawl outside the PPQ party at the Westminster Park Plaza hotel (finally they get a venue big enough to accommodate their heaving crowds of fashion fans). We arrived just as the stunning Amber le Bon was leaving to head straight down the country for a friend’s Disney-themed 21st. We asked her what costume she had planned but she was keeping it a surprise. With those long limbs and doe eyes we couldn’t help but think Bambi might be a strong contender?
Inside the party sprawled over three floors but we headed straight down to the ballroom to A) pick up a bag of treats from the lovely people at Benefit, who were offering make-up touch-ups to keep everyone looking fabulous all night, and B) to check out our new favourite band the XX, who were playing a DJ set that had the whole party up and dancing, albeit in a somewhat gin-soaked haze. Best not to peak too early, we decided, and sneaked away before giving in to the Tanqueray Number Ten temptation.
- Alannah Sparks