As I look back on this season’s London Fashion International event… All I can think of is how did I get here? It seems like it was only yesterday I sat comfortably on the front row exchanging jokes with Pandemonia and Meet the Russian’s Marinika, only to find that this season I am standing right in front of them all. In a couture red dress, looking into the lights, cameras and general nothingness. I found myself as close as I could get to London Fashion Week, closer than the pit, closer than the frow.
Last season I talked the talk, this season I walked the walk.
London based couture designer, Omar Mansoor, asked me to take part in his Mata Hari inspired showcase this London Fashion Week. First thinking that he was clearly joking I said sure, of course, why not. Only he was not joking. I was in.
When I was a mere spectator, London Fashion International came across to me as an extremely well organised event, even though I had no idea what was happening backstage at the time. I was shocked to find out how calm, on time and on point the backstage was. The chaos was simply not there. Instead, the models, designers, makeup artists, hair dressers and organisers were having a blast – all thanks to the firm grip of creative director Geoff Cox.
Some of you might be wondering how it feels to be on the catwalk. Some of you might have walked it before. It’s almost like a flu jab – it’s over even before you think it’s over. Those three seconds you get to bask in the glory in front of the cameras are just that – three seconds. Then again, those three seconds are enough to get you hooked on fashion for the rest of your life.
I’d like to thank Omar Mansoor for getting me on the runway, Geoff Cox for believing in me, the sweetest makeup artist in history Allana Brinkmann for putting my face on, the awesome hair crew, and most definitely the gorgeous models who made me feel just like one of them. I almost believed it for a second. Almost.
Images by Herkus Photography and Rebecca Cofie