The pretty lies, the ugly truth.
My favorite model, Xaio Wen Ju
Hey guys! In case you’re living under a rock or something, it’s London Fashion Week. Well, the end of LFW. Yeah. And just so you guys know, I won’t be posting any LFW updates on this blog, until the writing is up on The Sunday Times Style website, as they have been sending me round to afew shows as a correspondant- and want things to be more exclusive. However, everything will be up later. It’s been really great and I’ve had an amazing time, the shows have been stunning and everyone has been so wonderful and beautiful, but yesterday I was on abit of a low. I wanted to share with you my diary entry from last night -I would scan it so it’s more lifelike or whatever but I really can’t be bothered at the moment:
So it’s not like I’m at all ungrateful for my success, it’s just that LFW has been kinda wierd lately. Me and mum were talking about how much of a fickle, last minute and sorta harsh industry it is. Now that I’m kind of successful (I guess) most people are abit spiteful because I’m a ‘threat’- or maybe they’ve just got over the whole teen blogger palava. Or maybe I am just making up excuses, because I’m shocked that the novelty of my limelight has dropped and slowed so quickly. Confused. In some ways I like being left alone abit. I still feel like I should be enjoying myself in this magical fairy world of fashion, but all the pooeyness has to come out at some point. I feel abit like that moment when Tavi says she was sitting next to Anna Wintour and everyone at the show looked miserable came too early for me. I don’t really know whether anything I’m saying makes sense at all, but I’m just not getting the same buzz. I’ve been going to more shows than last season so I should be jumping with joy, but I’m sort of exhausted and haven’t had friends or colleuges to talk to like all the fashion peoplez. I guess I keep telling myself: ‘I’m not tired. I’d be fine if I had tonnes and tonnes of shows to go to and no time and loads of smiley faces and things.’ Like, today: at the Louise Gray show today, I was standing in the standing que for like 45 minutes watching people I knew walk past me without even noticing me and it was kinda fustrating. It all seemed abit worthless: the different between a nobody and a somebody was a green dot (on your ticket, duh)- so close yet so far. I felt abit like I just didn’t fit in. Hmm. After that I was abit bummed/hmmed etc and I was too (insert another word meaning tired or something) to go to the last show so I just went home. One of the good things about today was that I looked freakin’ cute, but I didn’t hang out at Somerset much which means I have no photos of my outfit. It’s the last day tommorow so mum says I should go out with a bang. She says I should wear my sparkly Louise Gray dress, but then I feel like I’m falling into the trap of having to wear something ‘stand-out-ish’ so people will see me and ‘I’ll feel validated’ and just generally not dressing for myself or staying true. Descisions, descisions.
Back to the post: I feel like I’m yearning TEENAGE interaction so today I might hang with my good old friend Rocio. I don’t know what to wear cuz the Louise Gray dress is so heavy. Meep. I have three shows: Nasir Mazhar, Tata Naka and Ashish, but I’m so kind of urggh-ed out that I don’t know if I’ll make it hahah. So much waiting in lines, but oh well. I feel like I should make an effort. Lots of blogging and editing and things to do. For now, enjoy these street-style shots by me…