Twas the week before Christmas and me and Poppy somehow dragged our sorry hungover asses out to the Fenchurch AW09 Fashion Show at the Russian Club Studios to drink some more. Following several enjoyable apple martinis and mini-bowls of veggie curry and rice (forget canapes, this was the best thing ever), we headed in to watch the catwalk show.
It started off with some short clips on what salt of the earth-type older people (eg taxi drivers) thought of young people, the results being mostly that they were work-shy bone-idle bastards. Then the fashion show started (complete with a dog on the front row, amazing) and here’s what we saw:
Later, somewhat predictably, much more drinking and excessive partying ensued. Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. played and there was a DJ set from Capture the Castle.