If you weren’t at the, Topshop Topman Love Berlin party last night, where the bleeding hell where you?! Actually, I almost didn’t attend the party: having decided to be M.I.A from Berlin Fashion Week this season, a day before the par-tay I found myself scrolling down, I Heart Berlin’s Fashion Fashion Week Party guide and stopped at the Topshop party because it said the magic words: By Invitation Only. That’s the kind of fashion party I am interested in because it screams at me, Decent Party Budget which translates into goodie bags, free entry and free drinks! I’ve more than paid my dues in the fashion industry and Fashion Week is a time for the fashion industry to pay me back in spades for all those unpaid consultations, shoots, writing jobs and so on). Now, are great fashion parties adequate compensation for non-payment? No, but they are a good start!
Anyhoo, fast forward to me calling the PR handling the event and being told that the, ‘Guest list was closed’. But dhharlings, we all know in fashion the guest list is never ever reaaaally closed, and now having being denied entry through the golden gates, I knew more than ever that I was going to go to this party. Some people make it their mission in life to climb Mount Everest, I made it mine to enter the party that night!!!
Fast forward again to me at the door of the party, announcing my name to the people handling the Guest list and (of course!) my name not appearing on their laptops. And then without blinking, and in my most confident voice I gave the, ‘I am a Contributing Writer for OE magazine’ schpill, showed them the invite the OE Editor had kindly forwarded me and Open Sesame!, I was let in: GBAM!! As soon as I got in, I knew it was going to be a great night: there were assorted canapes floating everywhere, free bars (yes, b-a-r-s, it’s Topshop dhaarlings), photography booths… Remember when I said, for a good fashion party (or any party) free alcohol is a must? Well, this year I’m off the booze and as I queued to get my free water, I was tempted to upgrade it to something stronger, but I stayed on the righteous path dudes, and that’s how I knew it was an effing amazing party because I experienced it sober!!
One of my highlights was meeting Cutie Cute, Claudio from, I Heart Berlin, whose recent, Flirting in Berlin: Fashion Week ist Flirting Week post, made me laugh so much it convinced me to bother attending parties this season. So it was pretty awesome for me to meet him and tell him just that!
It isn’t a Fashion Party, unless you see sights like this
Such a nice aura this boy:
Joe Goddard aka Hot Chip kept me grooving to Nneka, Prince, MJ et fabulous al: loved him!!
I needed the loo, but the Ladies were fully occupied, and this kind lad escorted me to the Gents. As I entered, I expressed concern and then his friend says, ‘Just go in, this is Berlin, no one cares!!’ Ich Liebe Berlin
The guests were so friendly and I had so much fun whizzing around taking pics.
Dear Lord, let me be held just once by a man with arms like these, Amen.
Note to self: must try a leather skirt with a cute Printed Tee.
If anyone knows the Special Act that played last night, PLEASE PLEEEASE let me know, the singer was bloody UHHH-MAZZZING, so much energy, great voice: I’ve never actually seen anything like it live.
I left the party on such a natural high that I didn’t want to go home, so I was so happy when as I was heading home in a cab, a friend texted me to say he was going to another party at Prince Charles. Eagerly, I told the taxi driver to head in that direction, but when I called my friend and he told me there was a 10 Euro entry, I had to tell him, ‘Sorry hon, but that’s not a fashion party‘, and I told the driver to take me back home!