It could’ve gone really badly. It should’ve gone really badly. With no tangible invites to present to the security/PR, one dead Blackberry, only a vague idea of where the show actually was (in the 16th – ages away) and not much time to spare, we decided to risk it all and jump on the Metro to the “end of the number 9″ on the advice of one model. Many, many, many stops later, Isaac had this Eureka! moment where he thought he recognised one of the names of the stops as being somewhere we should be by. Thank god for that.
So out of the Metro we popped, onto the street and into the drizzly, freezing cold, to find that the show was in fact, being held 50m away across the road. Success! The rest is history. It was perfect. We both got in, I got to sit in an amazing spot and, and, and be. within. arms. reach. of. Karl Lagerfeld and just as the show had started, I spotted P Diddy come in late and sit in the front row. Holla! Some things just go your way, you know?
More pictures below.