It was dark in London already and me and Cole were rushing from a fashion show SOBER, which was a problem. We had been invited to attend the PPQ party that night and were meeting Sophie & Flo in trashy Soho first. Like seriously for a gay district it was full of really hideous and badly dressed creepy old men and grody twinks. Whatevs we weren't staying there and soon I would be in a drunken bliss with the who's who of London. We met up with the oh so lovely Theo Regisford a fabulous stylist/socialite. SERIOUSLY though everybody in London says they're a ____/socialite and I love it when they really are. Anyways we arrived to DSTRKT and we were like the first people there so we climbed into a comfy booth high above everyone else and started out the night right.







I was the first person drunk and everybody loved it, then everybody was drunk and the british accents got really thick and I couldn't understand anything but I kept laughing. AND THEN this security guy comes over and says "DO YOU HAVE RED WRISTBANDS" and i'm like "NO BUT I'M FABULOUSSSSS" and he's like "THIS IS PIXIE LOTTS TABLE NOW" and we're all like WTF. At this point the party is packed and everybody has their tables and now that Pixie Lott's scandalous ass decided she wanted our prime club real estate we're table-less. So we get up and Pixie flops down and flips her hair and rubs on Oliver Cheshire. I'm all like "IT'S SOCIALITE WAR BITCH" and she smiles.


At this point we grab more free drinks and decide to head to the even better party for Basso & Brooke at Jalouse. The cab ride was a MAJ shitshow. I don't even remember what Floriana was saying but it was so bad/funny at the same time. She was coming onto the cabbie? IDK. So we arrive to Jalouse and there's a long ass queue so I strut up to the front swaddled in my fur and say "Louis Pisano" and nod at the velvet rope, she looks a little dear in the headlights and i'm like "I'm with HELENA" and scowl. She quickly lifts the rope up letting us in and angering the queue. The club is PACKED and we head to the back room that's been reserved for Basso & Brooke and slip into the table with a view of the entire club.

Basso & Brooke A/W 12 print

 

Friday morning found me rudely awakened by a phone ringing loudly. I rolled out of bed gracefully...actually that's a lie...I FELL ON MY FACE out of bed because I was still completely drunk from the night before. I answered the phone and it was the front desk of the hotel and all that registered in my still intoxicated brain was that my driver was waiting outside. I dropped the phone and checked my Blackberry which said 8:30 and I screamed because I had to be at the Somerset House by 9 for Antoni & Alison show and I wasn't the slightest bit ready. One look out my window at London got me motivated though.


Jumped in the shower because I smelled like alcohol still #fashionweekproblems tbh. I had a general idea of what kind of look I wanted to go for, kind of a eurotrash prep thing you know. That was a fucking contradiction but anyways heres what I wore on day 1 of LFW thanks to the lovely editors over at FASHION 156.

Fur: Margiela. Shirt: Calvin Klein Collection. Sweater: Zara.  Jewelry: Vintage from Moscow. Pants: Ralph Lauren.        Shoes: Prada

So I arrived really late to Antoni & Alison and only caught the last few looks and then I realized I had forgotten to buy new batteries so as soon as I got out of the show I ran to get some and then FINALLY I was prepared to take on London Fashion Week. The streetstyle was amazing. London really is in the midst of a MAJOR neon moment and while at first I was like "omg my eyes hurt and I'm naseous at this" I quickly fell in love with the bright in your face colors which was a welcome break from the general conservativeness of Milan. Anyways heres some pictures.

This Chanel makes me wet

So then I run down the street for my 1000xth Starbucks run (no Starbucks in Italy so whenever I'm near one it's HEAVEN) for a burst of energy before the Bora Aksu show and Sophie texts me that she's just arrived so I'm like i'll see you inside. Run back down to Somerset. BTW it's a TOTAL gorgeous day in LDN.




















Anyways I only like the collection because i'm a simple boy who's attracted to shiny objects. After the finale the DJ who knew me and Cole had afterparties to get to whispered to us to make our break, so literally as the next show began to start we ran out onto the runway and out of the RSA Vault for a night of fashion debauchery.