After a wonderful evening at Sushi Samba and then a further snack at Hakkasan, our alarm clock went off – hitting snooze twice – at 8am.

 Burberry was calling

Unfortunately we had no tickets, but if beautiful people are heading that way, that’s where we go. After some yoghurt with granola and salmon on toast, we were ready to go. Packed and laden with video- and film cameras we got into our cab. Both of us wearing sneakers, for me the best thing ever, for Lies a kind of hell. She seriously started getting pain in her feet after 30 minutes and was dying for her faithful heels. Strange world…

 Dammit

We were asked for our tickets at the entrance to the grounds. “No we don’t have one. “Ah so are you on the list?” “No, we are not.” Sssshit, that was our cunning plan to bluff our way in. Sadly gone wrong.

Strategy

The intention was to take as many pictures of cool people as possible, ask for a quote here and there about the show, and most importantly for Lies, perhaps manage to get a photo with Olivia Palermo. We split up, Lies had the camera and I filmed videos. I found the perfect spot on a fence where all the invitees walked by, a kind of red carpet. I think I saw at least a hundred Burberry trench coats walk by. And Olivia, I saw Olivia. I called Lies but she didn’t pick up. Pff.

 More beautiful than ever

It was a totally different story to the Topshop show the day before. Everything was well organized, enough room to take photos, the security people were friendly and I never once had to turn my camera off, because everyone that walked by was beautiful. I saw Anouk, owner of Creators of Desire and friend of Amayzine. Cara and Kate Moss were there somewhere but I didn’t catch a glimpse of them.

 Where is she?

Once the last of the people had walked by I went looking for Lies. What did I find? Lies posing for photographers. Hup, Proenza to the front, Escada jacket looking good, leg crossed at the back, sunglasses on and pose. I don’t think I stood any chance of being spotted in my black Zara jeans and Nikes. High time for a designer bag I think.

 Shopping time

We got back to the hotel totally hyper, uploaded our material and let Amayzine HQ know how incredibly cool it all was. Lies wrote the reports for the camera, we had so many cool quotes, great pics and lots of Mario Testino and Poppy Delevingne on our screens. We treated ourselves to a few hours of shopping, with The Shoe Heaven at Harrods high on the list.

Lies could have stayed for hours. And she did. I headed back to the hotel in a taxi, for a bit of chill time. She arrived back at the hotel a few hours later, totally loaded down with bags. She had bought flat shoes. FLAT shoes. Something is wrong here.

 Last evening

We were still a little tender from all the impressions of the day before so I booked us a table at the hotel restaurant. An essential luxury. Raw tuna, salmon and beef carpaccio. I had green tea and Lies stayed a while longer with a glass of wine and her laptop. I popped my eye mask on and earplugs in and was sleeping by eleven.

 Today

I woke early this morning and got myself off to the gym where I spent an hour on the treadmill, then we packed our bags. We’re going to Somerset House and then have a lunch date at the pool on the 7th floor of the Shoreditch House (members only). I’ll tell you all about it.