So, for those who read my previous blog about my invite to the Moschino Show #LCM https://justsayingmum.wordpress.com/2016/01/04/moschino-show-invite-eeek/ will know that this event was looming and it was a big deal to me … no point in being cool about this and pretending it was an everyday occurrence in my life. It isn’t. It wasn’t and wow, wow, and more wow I want a life swap with someone who is in that world – insane doesn’t even cover the experience.
Anyway, it will come as no surprise to those that know me that my choice of outfit was causing me an immense amount of concern. What you have to bear in mind is that the world of fashion is not my world and I watch from the sidelines in complete awe. However, the outfit came together quite simply and I left the house with model daughter in quite a pain free fashion (no pun intended) with no hopping around the bedroom from outfit to outfit screaming that I have absolutely nothing to wear! And, for those who read my blog about It’s not easy being mum of a model will be pleased to hear that the skirt I chose was in fact a skirt and not a top! https://justsayingmum.wordpress.com/2015/12/19/its-not-easy-being-mum-of-a-model/ Good start – I must be getting better at this fashion malarkey!
So, arriving early, we treated oursleves to a glass of champagne in Selfridges where model daughter insisted on a mummy and daughter selfie. Now for those of a certain age, selfies are to be dreaded. I didn’t grow up in an age where I was happy to have a camera shoved in front of my face every 5 seconds to document my life or my mood at any particular moment etc, etc so, after approximately 100 attempts (may well have been more) I was happy to upload the one below. However, please have sympathy as 1, I hate selfies and 2, who wants to have their photo taken next to a model?!
Now, with champagne having obliterated the nerves we made our way to One Mayfair (Oh could the Moschino show be anywhere else!?) and what a venue!
The paparazzi were spilling on to the pavements of the coffee shop opposite and effortlessly cool photographer types were milling about just waiting … not for us funnily enough! So, attempting to walk past them nonchalantly and unbothered by their presence (trust me … that is so so hard to do – with just the effort of trying to look natural I was probably anything but) we made our way in to the building and were immersed immediately in to this:
banging tunes, smoke machines, glitter bomber jackets, silver crowns, leopard print fur, heels, big hair and that was just the guys … clipboards, headsets, importance, air kissing, cameras, models, whispers of gossip of “OMG did you see him walk in with so & so … such a social climber” Who? Who? I’m looking around – I don’t recognise anyone.
And then daughter gets invited backstage … I’m left standing, trying to blend, trying to not cry. Youthful glow everywhere. Skinny everywhere. Promise to myself that I must dust off the juicer, must hit the gym. Daughter emerges with smiles “yeah it was cool” Cool? How can you take this in your stride? She’s just been backstage at the male Moschino show, met Ruth Bell, Jourdan Dunn and goodness knows how many fit young male models – I’d be grinning ear to ear – note to self I must learn from Victoria Beckham and not smile … act cool.
We then get ushered through with the masses in to the hall where the show is to take place. Unbelievably, we are not Front Row (!) but up in the balcony – I’m not complaining, the view is immense – the perfect place to soak up the atmosphere.
The music continues to pump through the hall while we wait for the show to start and then an eery choral of hallelujah pounds through the system, the crowds hush and then the Moschino sign bursts in to colour …
… and the show starts …
…what a day … just saying …