Vivienne Westwood and Mulberry make my London Fashion Week 2008

Posted by Dean Piper On February 15th, 2008

I finally made it to the final day of London fashion Week in one piece. But little did I know how much party hopping I was going to do in one evening.

I started my night on Thursday evening in the fourth row at Vivienne Westwood’s fashion show – rumoured to be one of her last. Guests enjoyed the ‘Disaronno Amaretto Originale’ and ‘Disaronno Amaretto Glamour’ cocktails at the bar before the show.

I was lucky enough to be sat right behind Kate Moss’s ex Jefferson Hack and his girlfriend Anouck Lepere. Just a few seats away sat Lily Allen, Kelly Osbourne and Kimberly Stewart. Eccentric fashionista Phillip Salon – who was dressed as a pirate -caused his usual stink by blasting door staff when they wouldn’t let him in saying: “Darling, the Jews don’t queue.” Oh dear!

I managed to catch up with lovely model Jodie Kidd who said she was ecstatic to be out at a show and “out of her cage” after months in hiding following tabloid revelations of her being a drug fixer. Trust me, she’s the nicest girl despite what you may have read and didn’t deserve all that crap in the press! She was with her sister Jemma and Lady Victoria Hervey.

The drinks flowed for all the guests that also included David Walliams, model Erin O’Connor, the Telegraph’s Hilary Alexander who was hobbling around with a walking a stick and pop singer Anastacia.

There was no show on the runway of Kate Moss – who was rumoured to have been walking the catwalk – but Jaime Winston and Alice Dellal.

After the show I went to Nobu to hook up with Perez. After slipping a couple of vodkas down our necks we headed over to the exclusive Mulberry party to celebrate the Hadley Freeman book launch at the store on New Bond Street. It was rammed – but we skipped the longest queue thanks to fabulous Violet VW at Mulberry.

The party was great with hot band of the moment Hot Chip performing and Mylo DJ-ing. We drank gin cocktails served by scantily clad Muscle Marys and mingled the room where we saw Adele, her make-up and hair stylist Michael and Jodie Harsh. The four of us decided to make it a night to remember.

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The Geldof girls, Fifi Brown, Kim Stewart, Erin O’Connor and Alexa Chung were also there working that room.

The more I drank the more I stupidly started to think I may have a career as a music producer. I was trying to persuade Adele to cut a house remix of her No.1 song Chasing Pavements. We spent the rest of the night singing the house version together big time! She has a cracking voice! Jodie hilariously said he wanted to record a song called Mangina…..! I’m not sure if that would be a success!

After the brilliant Mulberry bash we headed off to the Vivienne Westwood after show at Dolce. It was Ok – but packed full of liggers without anyone interesting to be honest. We hung with Jaime Winstone and her stylist friend Karen Clarkson for a bit – she touched tongues as a greeting with Jodie Harsh. Hilarious!

Adele was carrying a pair of ballet pumps from Holland and Barrett around with her. She told me they are what she’s going to wear for the Brit Awards on Wednesday! She made me laugh when she said: “I was offered lobontoons or whatever they are called. But I wanted these.” Me, Perez, Michael and Jodie fell about laughing at her cock up. She meant to say Loubatins! As in the uber expensive heels!

From there we went off to ‘work’ with Jodes. She was appearing at a club called The End near the West End. We hung out there for about an hour before moving again to Bungalow 8. It’s very trendy in there – and it’s never ever full. We were bought a free round of vodka shots by the manager which was jolly nice and at about 2am we were joined by Pixie Geldof. The poor thing was a little wasted bless her!

Also there was E4 TV presenter Nick Grimshaw (who everyone calls Grimmy) and the guy who played Craig in Hollyoaks. We have no idea why he was there! Him and Pixie were getting on well – very well in fact.

I eventually crawled into bed at 4am after an obscene five nights out on the trot. It’s a tough job but somebody has to do it!

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