Editor @ Large . . Closing Parties

It's weird how I wait for a whole six months for fashion week and then it's all over in the blink of an eye! I can't believe how many shows I've covered, all the trends I've written about and the very long mental shopping list I have made. I can barely take the cold this winter, yet alone contemplate thinking about battling the ice and snow again so soon!

I headed out to the Tim Soar party at Kettners in Soho. It's a really cool venue. There is a restaurant downstairs and the next floor up is rather grand and the perfect location for a chic fellow like Soar to hold his bash. 

The free drinks were flowing and Tim Soar was on the decks mixing it up. No end to this mans talent, as his PR told me that Tim is a regular at Soho House events and has mixed tunes for the likes of Gucci! Not just a fashion genius but a nifty DJ too.

I had my regular tipple of vodka cranberry and when the drinks ran out, my very gorgeous friend Emma turned up with her flat mate Angie. With Emma being a designer and Angie an actress, let's face it they are obv skint and Angie with her wit, charm and good looks managed to get some 'non fashion' type to buy them drinks. Watching this from the couch, I sidled over and introduced myself procuring a drink in the process. Make notes people, this is how we role.

The Soar party was great and I got to meet up with loads of people I hadn't seen in ages and the music, obv was great! 

Though I'd sworn myself to an early night, I found myself being tempted to go to the JW Anderson party at MOVIDA (those of you who read regularly know it is one of my least favourite haunts).

We left Tim's bash and headed to Argyll Street. Joining the Anderson queue as usual we were met by the regular snooty door girls. Who pretty much blanked us. Phoned my contact on the inside only to find that they hadn't even bothered, so we morphed into them and threw down the gauntlet to the door chick.

SPOTTED AT MOVIDA: Alex Prinz (D1 model), Fashion 156 crew, Katie Eary and co.

It worked and we were whisked in, not asked for ID and sent down to party. Haven't scrummed for the cloakroom and hustled for the free drink, we busted some moves to the morning before heading home, before realising that fashion week is indeed over for another 6 months.

Fashion Week I love you, come back soon!