Let The Hunger Games Begin

February 14, 2014
I just couldn't pass up the chance for the pun. Yesterday I went a) straight from a 13 hour flight from Kuala Lumpur (where I slept through 3 out of the 5 courses for dinner, so naturally by the end of it I felt like Katniss foraging, in the rain, through the bakery's bins) to b) the launch of Hunger magazine issue 6 at Rankin's studio to c) kick off London Fashion Week, the ultimate Hunger Games (carbs or couture? pick one, not both).

Joshua Kane, Diana Chire, Katrina Darling, and I shot by Rankin.

I spent 8 out of 13 hours asleep in a bid to readjust back to London time so that I would sail through the maelstrom of Fashion Week with minimal agony. My supposed study of Sun Tzu's Art Of War lasted all of 5 chapters before I reclined myself into stupor.

Made it through the appetisers; chicken satay and salmon & asparagus salad, before passing out cold and sleeping my flight away. But somehow when I arrived in London my buzz quickly gave way to exhaustion. Tough luck, because the moment I landed I was instructed to get dressed before being dragged away (kicking and screaming, rather feebly) to Rankin's studio for the Hunger party.

With Hannah Kane, L'ain Freefall, and Katrina Darling.

Please ignore my ridiculous, unmade up, jet lagged face.


Krishan Parmar and Jay Best. Thank you Jay for babysitting me and getting us there in nearly one piece.

Hannah Kane and L'ain Freefall.

I should have carried my Chanel boy phone case, but oh well.

Joshua Kane and Diana Chire.

We couldn't pass up the chance to have some party snapshots by Rankin. With the aid of a wind machine and copious amounts of champagne we (by we I mean me) unleashed a storm of wildly flapping hair.

Right, it's nearly nine in the morning and I have to spring clean before getting my game on for tonight.

And so begins London Fashion Week.

Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour!


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