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I'M presuming by the time you get round to reading this (optimum time 2.30pm after a delicious long lie, leisurely walk in the park and brunch in a cosy cafe) I'll have attended around four or five spring/summer08 catwalk shows, furiously trying to adjust my wintery eyes on to swimwear, colour and wafty chiffon as London Fashion Week gets into full swing.
I'll be spending the week chaotically bouncing between Kensington and Shoreditch, and everywhere in between, along with the rest of the international fashion pack, stick thin every last one of 'em, so there's never a shortage of canapes to graze on. Yup I'll be sipping champers flute for flute with the Conde Nast mafia (well you have to . . . it's expected), knocking back espresso like an Italian navvy (the schedule of shows is unrelenting and, for one week of the year, coffee becomes my god) and getting excited about what we'll all be wearing in six months' time.See the full content of this document
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Mostly though, despite the plethora of distractions and attractions, I'll be looking forward to returning home just in time for ne...
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