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A whirlwind week
Fashion week and we’re off. First up, the Acne show at Kensington Palace in Princess Margaret’s old rooms, and a new friend (“Hello, my name’s Pandemonia”), Next, to St Paul’s Cathedral for McQueen’s memorial. Bjork sings Billie Holiday’s Gloomy Sunday (not a dry eye in the house), and Daphne Guinness trips over her shoes (plus gospel choir and Anna Wintour a lament outside). Later at Giles, Kerry Katona is front row and Abbey Clancy is on the cat walk. Tea at Harvey Nichols with the designer Emilio de la Morena and Julia Restoin0Rotfeld (“A simple trench wiz’igh shoes, zat eez sexy”). More parties in shops. Naomi Campbell at Dolce & Gabbana, then Kate Moss at Longchamp: it’s sweaty, rather packed. Janice Dickinson (craggy, wild and dangerous) tries to leave with a handbag. Gets apprehended by a male shop assistant (“ You’re in big trouble young man”). Much Later, in a Soho dive among the living probably-should-be-dead, the 30th anniversary of Gaz’s Rocking Blues. Yawning, we bump into Clash’s Mick Jones. “you look tired, love.” Yes! Stay too long anyway. Go home. Happy.