sometimes i get lazy and short.

hmmm.connecting with people is one of the greatest things you can do on this earth. this weekend has been filled with connectivity. a friend of mine, holly, met a fashion blogger that sent her a ticket to one of the shows during london's fashion week on sat morning.  it was funny because we had a five hour conceptual thinking discussion on whether or not see she go.lol. but, i pushed her to go. but i wasn't going to let her go alone, so i hoisted myself together and we made our way to the Belle Sauvage show at 21-31 oxford street. i had one of those moments where i was the navigator.looking for the venue. finding a place in london is hard because they don't actually display those numbers outside of some buildings. but to our avail we saw a fashionista walking the street. and at once we knew we were going the right direction. so we followed her, and were met by a huge cue that wrapped around the warehouse like building holding the skinny models. haha.as we were in line we met two girls from new york, one named bea..and i forget the other girls name. but bea had an extra ticket to the show, so she gave me her extra ticket so that i could actually get into the show. but to our surprise the ticket the fashion blogger sent could be printed multiple times (according to bea).whewwwwwwwwww. exhalation. i had a big smile moment.haha.and after about five minutes we made our way into the show.

i love how they transformed this space into a runway. tried to snap a few shots of the area,  including the massive paparazzi,  but i find that my battery to my camera was depleted. bahaha. my luck. the room got dark and some house, funky, techno beat implodes into the space announcing the start of the show.

the first model enters the runway sporting a large round hat. i can't really say hat. because it was much larger than a hat. it was like she was wearing a  wide brown leather cake on her head that stretched to the sides of the runway. not nearly enough to touch the audience though.haha.  i would try to put my best fashion blogger skills to the test. but i digress.lol. there was a plethora of skinny models sporting afromohican patterns( minus the traditional colors), edges, and spiked shoes.  i don't know if african is the best word..but the edges. and lines that were patterned on the designer's clothes had that small essence. but at the same time. their was this european high edgy fashion feel oozing from the runway.  and just like a true art form, it vanished after about twenty minutes. i loved seeing the designer come out and give that final way at the entrance of the runway( which was that traditional white structure with two walls and a middle entrance.)

had some lunch after the show. saw matthew fox in soho at night. epic adventure.