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?
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Awesome!
Hey Katherine, am really intrigued by your adventures and lack of ticketing to the shows… Can you post on this topic, and how you guys manage to get in? Is it as simple as dress-well, turn up?
Re: Emma – Hi! The way it works, is you request invites to shows and if they want, they’ll send them to you. Isaac gets invited to most shows, but I however, do not. I had a few invites for the week but not for all the shows. Sometimes you can talk to the PR people and if there’s space they’ll let you in, other times you need to make some high powered friends to help you. It helps that Isaac usually has invites. It’s all about who you know, I reckon!
Re: Emma – Also, it’s worth trying at most shows (maybe not the really big ones, but most of them) – what have you got to lose?
ha. v.cool. x
Agree. v.cool.