>> It's all about bloody me, me, me these days. What I'm wearing, what I'm stuffing down my gob, what shoes I've been touting. You'll be glad to know that the shows are over so I can no get back to reality and get to the work of analysing all of these collections of post feminst embraces of sweetness and overt femininity that I've seen in the past month or so. It'll be a hard slog because of a season that's been so rich with statement of intent. I relish the hours of going through pics and slamming out text though.
In the meantime, you'll just have to be left with me, bloody me. Bluefly came into my hotel room in New York and probed into the way I packed and I'm actually quite happy with the edit. Cute, friendly and unaggressive - exactly the opposite of how I'm feeling right now as I haul my broken body back to London.
