London Fashion Week Diary
London calling: a chronicle of our latest adventures across the pond.

After spending the next morning romping around with Langley Fox (you guessed it - coming soon to a Coveteur near you), it was off to the Mulberry presentation. There, we briefly caught Cara Delevingne in all of her bountifully-browed glory as she unveiled her namesake bag under the brand. Because the state of her life wasn't quite envy-inspiring enough as is, huh?!
We also made it to Mary Katrantzou, which was remarkably free from all manner of digital prints and kaleidoscopic patterns (don't worry -there was ample embroidery and embellishment to compensate), and Jonathan Saunders, which was chock-full of color-blocked fun fur, gold hardware and geometric (by which we literally mean three-dimensional) separates. Oh, and we managed to fit in a little afternoon downtime at our home-away-from-home for the week (okay... five days), St. Martins Lane Hotel in Covent Garden where we even took an hour for a little tea time. When in London, right?