Hello there. Allow me introduce myself. I am Colin the corgi. As you will know, fashion bloggers are very thick on the ground these days. Until now, the greatest novelty was the Tavi the teenage sensation, however, now I have unveiled myself as the most unlikely source of internet pearls of fashwan wisdom. Me! A corgi with no fingers or thumbs! How could I gain access into the closely guarded shows of London Fashion Week? I will never tell my secrets.
BUT! I will share my day with you at the shows. Craning my neck to spot celebs, passing withering judgement on the collections and posing beside the best dressed fashion figures I meet on the day. I'm feeling a tiny bit delicate after last night’s round of star studded receptions and soirees - (not all dogs like champagne, but I have acquired a taste for it, I confess) I’m heading off into the forest of high heels and expensive perfume that is London’s Somerset House during fashion week.
If you see me DO come and say hello. (And if you have any snacks on you, so much the better. It’s simply IMPOSSIBLE to get a bite to eat round here)
Woof woof woof . . .