London Confidential: Steps Interview

So. As some will have seen from my frantic Twitter feed. I met STEPS last night. I know, exciting stuff. Nearly wet myself.
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Selfridges London Oxford, a world of fantasty, indoor snow and roof top lakes.

I made a little trip to the Big Smoke last week for a press event regarding Selfridges
icon‘ Xmas (I know, fashion works way too far in advanced for one to remain sane). Want to see some of the more rediculous from the world of high-end retail?

White (not yellow) bag, Victora Beckham, £18,000.00 (made to order) exclusive to Selfridges
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The new IT hat, as modelled by yours truly. (photo courtesy of the lovely Lynda Moyo’s iPhone, see my interview with Lynda here)

Tiny slutty shoes, as hand-modelled by myself and Casey Gillespie of London Confidential. The whole 25 pairs of shoes act as an Advent Calendar for the bargain price of £18,000.00.

So, whilst milling around the press room spotting treats and delights, eating gorgeous things and touching expensive fashions all of which are soon to be on offer for Xmas shoppers I was told about a secret…. there was a party on the roof.

In true Selfridges style they’d spied an opportunity for fantasy and flooded the bloody roof to make way for a pop-up boating lake. Why? Because some rich bloke founded a new sugar (darling) and we must make cocktails to celebrate! I felt I was in an episode of AbFab. After Oysters and HixFix cocktails at Hix Restaurant we went up the express lift (with a library within it…) to have a look.

Incredible isn’t it?

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Fashion Rambler Meets Jessica Hart (and Casey Gillespie)

I’m currently sunning my buns as you read. Yes, this is a scheduled post and I’m in Gran Canaria. Feel jealous. Oh don’t be like that… I’ve left you some loveliness….

So, if you follow my mobile ramblings on twitter, you’ll have learnt that I was in the Big Smoke this week. ‘But, why?’ I hear you cry, well, for many reasons. First and foremost I was there to interview Jess Hart the Australian model and next Elle Macpherson who has just brought her own label line to Selfridges London and Manchester Trafford Centre.
Upon arriving at Selfridges Oxford Street I sat outside with an orange Lucozade in the sun and people watched my arse off. The world’s most famous high street was buzzing with the beautiful people, the people and the ugly people. I breathed it all in, coughed out the air pollution and entered Selfridges via Chanel (naturally).
Jessica was waiting in the Personal Shopping department and after being shown the collection I was whisked off to meet her. But, not before ELLE Magazine. Elle had sent their newest staff reporter who was slightly frazzled and very unprepared after being told to get to Selfridges only 2 minutes before hand. Woops. So, as she was rather unprepared I wasn’t waiting long for my turn. Just enough time to order some water and charge my Blackberry.
Jess Hart is bloody gorgeous. Obviously. She’s a model. Some might say a super-model. But she really is that beautiful. A face you can stare at with ease. Not only this but she has enough brains to be modest and coy and all ‘Style Icon, moi?’ which was cute, at first, but then I was all ‘you have a fashion line, own it’.
To see my interview with Jess Hart click here, but I saved the vital and most important questions for Fashion Rambler readers:
Fashion Rambler: London Fashion Week or Rosemount Australian Fasion Week?
Jessica Hart: London Fashion Week.
FR: Savage Garden or Oasis?
JH: Oasis.
FR: Neighbours or Coronation Street?
JH: Neighbours
Tess (Ghost Designer): She had to say that, she’s from Melbourne!
FR: Britain’s Next Top Model or Australia’s Next Top Model?
JH: Have I ever been on BNTM? I was on Australian one, as an example.
Tess (Not-so Ghost like is she…): But Elle is hosting the British one.
JH: Really?
FR: Yes, her first year.
JH: Britain’s Next Top Model. The Australian one is awful anyway.
FR: Menswear?
JH: I’d love to!

After meeting the beautiful Hart I left, gabbed my water from the PR and headed for UniQlo where I bought Lady Gaga’s SAVE JAPAN Tee. As I was paying, I pulled out what I thought was my Blackberry. Fail. It was Jessica Hart’s. The Jessica’s Hart’s mobile was in m hands. I felt like I was on CrimeWatch. I laughed, rather hysterically and scared the cashier.
A giggly phone-call between myself and the PR, who was a little hysterical herself, resulted in the device being returned without problem. Phew. Now onto my next appointment: Casey Gillespie of the newly founded London Confidential.
As you may know I write for Manchester Confidential and Body Confidential, I’m quite the Confidential parasite. So, I had to meet this fine lady. She’s a New Yorker in every sense of the word, funny, opinionated, doesn’t get the Tube or alcohol and likes to offer reading suggestions (I’m about to start her recommendation, Augusten Burroughs’ Running With Scissors). Watch this space LonCon is going to get oh-so-good.
We chatted for a very brief time as I had to dash to Victoria from Hoxton (not easy) for my Brighton bound train. Yes, I do London in style, I stay in Brighton.
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