London Fashion Week

Uh huh. It's that time again.

CHRISTMAS.

Only joking.

It's actually London Fashion Week, when approximately every well-dressed person descends on Somerset House in (you guessed it) London, to strut down catwalks, pose calmly, photograph hysterically, raise eyebrows quizzically and use adverbs generously.

So naturally, stunning as I am in my green cloak (it's handknitted. During Fashion Week, I call it couture), I turn up too.

Here I am, perfecting my over-the-shoulder glance, just like all the models. The only difference is that they're six feet tall, and I'm six inches tall.

We're practically the same.

So here I display my leggy height, astride the entrance to the backstage areas.

Look, I'm there. That one. The left-hand corner? Whaddaya mean, you can't see me?

Goodness. Anyone would think that I'm short.

Today's the last day of London Fashion Week, but it's followed by London Fashion Weekend, to mark the end --- what's that I hear you whisper? "I'd worked that out for myself, funnily enough"? 

Oh right then. Smarty pants.

ANYWAY.

If you want to watch the shows, some of them are live-streamed. Meanwhile, it's nice to walk around and admire everyone's outfits.

I met Sukki Singapora, a burlesque performer from Singapore, with a great sense of style! I bet her hair never attempts to metamorphose into a new lifeform, unlike mine.......

I also saw Henry Holland walking around, but he was on his phone, so I didn't stop to say hi.

Time for a nap, I think.

See you soon,

Elf Dryadalis