I have bargained two absolutely wicked male jackets at a Designer sale in BrickLane.
To my utter horror this happened when I didn't plan to splash any more d'argent on clothes and when my garderobe [as in wardrobe] told me enough is enough and started bursting at its seams.
Khm...but that day at BrickLane....oh what a day it was....some urgent shopping therapy was a must.
So it was the day of the African Fashion Week London, which I decided to attend with my dear friend.
Woke up early to get my bits ready, somehow the time flew and the next thing I knew was that the 3 hours to do my hair turned into 15 minutes before my train (which I decided to cycle to). Oh MAMA, I was packing fast! Also the same day I was meeting a male friend in the evening;) so had to look presentable, and not too much ninja-gangsta-hippy was permitted. But since I had my famous camera backpack I shoved as much stuff as I could, dunned my new jeans (boyfriend cut = low rise), flats (to save my feet), hills (for the evening), cap (to look ninja @AFWL), make-up (NO TIME!), perfume? psh psh psh ......more? psh psh psh psh ...now RUN!
Head over heels and I am on the groundfloor. Bike. Can't mount! The boyfriend jeans restrict the leg movement so I can't send my leg over the seat. Moreover, the cut is so badly done that the trousers are holding onto my calfs and the backside pops out like one massive pocket (I am sure you have experienced that before. ZARA is notorious for having their models all deck-flat with no transition from your rear to your back) Didn't take my belt, so would have needed to hold my trousers with my hands! HA!
Scrap the bike, grab a boos! RUN!
In da boos! Make-up! Choose a sit where no one can stare at your masochistic bouts of applying mascara whilst on a moving transport. Besides, I think this is rather personal business that should not involve any strangers' observations from a seat opposite. Lo siento, but turn away byatch.
An elderly man next to me suffocated from my excessive psh psh psh , chocked for a bit and then moved the seat, preliminary opening all the windows on the coach. I had to look away in objection...and more in embarrassment.
Stampeded onto my train. The bugger was cancelled. Embarked on the other one (after stressing for a good 15 minutes searching for alternative routes). My friend, meanwhile, set out from her house towards the same destination and managed to loose some buttons from her blouse, had to return back home, to discover a broken zip on her skirt. Uh-la-la!
So when I eventually sat down on the train, all pampered up and with my cup a coffee! Opened my bag and saw an extra pair of flats (but I was wearing one already), no battery in my camera (and it's a flipping heavy beast).... can't use my phone to read as I would obviously need camera on it and the battery is notorious for being unreliable. Saturday- no free papers on the train. Some funky looking dude opposite me, gulping down Coke non-stop. Turned out it had a good half of Hennessy in it. No wander he's so plastered at 11 AM.
And finally...our show didnt start until 3 hours later.
Nevertheless had a wonderful brunch with my friend which we wrapped up by checking out the Designer sale ...and I wondered into a male section and never came back....
Now the magic: so with the bags full of jackets and AFWL freebies, absolutely knackered after the evening date I am chasing trains in the killer hills and run into my old school classmate at the platform. Haven't spoken for the odd 7 years, but turned out she is such a talented and beautiful person (always was, no doubts there).
Thank you Anna Shen for the lovely pictures and a great day together! So much fun.
Guys please check out her FB page: https://www.facebook.com/annashenphotography
Well, you can also check out mine since you are on there...and LIKE THEM!
AFWL? No, no pictures from there. But all models looked exceptionaly hot! Period.
