London has been in high spirits recently thanks to all the Bafta and Fashion Week parties. Over the weekend, hotels were stuffed with Hollywood A-listers, bright young things and husk-like PRs on the verge of their 19th nervous breakdown.
In my former life as a film journalist, I went to countless movie industry dos and, I’m sad to say, they were usually, well, a little dull — and this was back when you could behave badly (ie the pre-social media 1990s). No doubt, the fun happened afterwards in a private penthouse I wasn’t invited to, but most film people prefer a powwow in a dimly lit corner to high-kicking on the bar. Not so with fashion parties: thank God, they always turn into a hot dancefloor mess. There’s a lot more pouting selfies but they still know how to have a good time. Just look at the pics from our LFW opening party at The Savoy.
Here’s what else we have in the mag this week: Katie Strick speaks to Stella Assange on the eve of her husband’s appeal case to decide whether he’ll be extradited to the US; by the time you read this, the Wikileaks founder’s destiny will have been decided.
There’s a Burberry fashion special shot by Ali Foroughi, styled by Jessica Skeete-Cross and starring poet and activist Kai-Isaiah Jamal; Maddy Mussen dissects the anatomy of a girl squad (which one are you: The Baby or The Controlled Car Crash?); Isobel Van Dyke hangs out with Hackney’s 50-person hip hop collective; and there’s a My London from actor-turned-designer Luke Evans. PS I still wouldn’t say no to an invitation to the Oscars.
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