The English are an eccentric bunch. They obsess over their gardens, take national holidays for their Royal weddings, but most of all they just enjoy a good knees up. Last night, Alice Temperley’s first birthday bash for ALICE by Temperley - held in the gloriously quirky surrounds of Paradise by Way of Kensal Green - was the ultimate celebration of how the English like to party. Guests lined the street in a wacky assortment of outfits – there were clusters of glamorous girls doing granny chic, handsome boys dressed in Napoleonic garb, there was even an Amy Winehouse or two in the mix. Inside, the house was pumping thanks to the grimy dubstep mixes of Daisy Lowe who looked characteristically disheveled and sexily undone. We got chatting to the cute as-a-button Ellie Goulding by the side of the dancefloor and she was just telling us about her outfit (Temperley, of course) when her face flushed bright pink and she apologized, 'sorry, my song has just come on.'
Alice Temperley seemed to be enjoying the music however. Magnificently turned out in leopard (a bit of a theme for the night – it seems the English like their big game) she told us she was pleased with the turnout. 'Although,' she said, 'I would have liked to do door bitch for the night. I would have turned away anyone who didn’t look odd enough.' But as we scanned the room, we had a hard time finding anyone who didn’t make the quirky quota. Jaime Winstone was one of the very few who stood out for looking strangely ordinary. Where’s your costume, we asked her. Is this a disguise? 'That was my plan,' she said conspiratorially, 'I’m standing out by blending in.'
Everyone was wearing Temperley, from Jacquetta Wheeler who was caught in the middle of the heaving dancefloor, to the impish Cara Delevigne who spent the evening giggling mischievously with Tyrone Wood. We escaped the dancefloor to grab a cocktail (the “Blushing Alice” with Gin, Chambord and lemonade was the favourite of the night) and stumbled into the karaoke room where Ben Grimes was ruling the room with her impassioned Beyonce renditions. Things became tense over the music choice (she kept cancelling our Fleetwood Mac selection in favour of songs from Glee) so we left before the inflatable saxophones came to blows.
The last thing we saw as we made our way out the door was a man with a giant moustache carrying a potted plant and a teacup of gin gathering up people for a poetry recital. As always with Alice, a brilliant adventure in Wonderland. Check out our gallery below for some more 'eccentric' guests.
- Alannah Sparks