Thursday night, the girls and I headed out in our finest to celebrate Anna Wintour's vision. A celebration of, get this, shopping. That is not a joke. Thirteen of the biggest fashion cities of the world bonded together to celebrate clothes -- to celebrate fashion and the potential it has to cheer people during dreary economic times. Or, at least that was the vision. I saw it more as a chance to dance with the gays.
We walked up and down Bond Street -- hopped into Jimmy Choo to have our make up professionally done. (My smokey eyes were out of control.) Headed over to Burberry for a dance party on the top floor, before heading over to Michael Kors which we essentially had to ourselves, (technically, it was already closed), to have a private consultation with individual sales associates. Apparently, orange is my color. Who knew? All I know is that the champagne never stopped flowing. Literally they were topping off my glass as I stuffed my face with more and more mini quiches.
It was like a dream night. Throw in some discussion of modern art and it literally would have been my heaven. Then again, it was really close enough.
um, yeah, I couldn't be more jealous.
ReplyDeleteWill you buy me a pair of Jimmy Choos? k thanks.