With the sun amped up to 30 degrees, the fash pack replete with shades and sandals of various glittery types and the catwalks showing off summer collections, you'd be forgiven to think London Fashion Week was a season behind, clinging on to the last days of summer, not nearly a year ahead. But, as with the knowing 90s nods of camo, flatforms and the now ubiquitous round shades, we all know that's not the case.
Somerset House was, as usual, awash with fashion kids and industry insiders with more taste than you can shake a stick at.
With the sun beaming widely on all (a little too enthusiastically perhaps), it was a happy mood in the courtyards, and ripe pickings for seeing and being seen. As well as spotting some brilliantly dressed fashion birds of paradise, from London stylists to students from the sticks to designers and buyers and models, everyone who's anyone was passing through. My friend Emma and I kicked off our day with a good dose of fash pack gazing before heading to some shows. Highlight of my day? Telegraph fashion editor and all-round fairy godmother of fashion Hilary Alexander tweeting a picture of me in my new ChouChou hood!
