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LFW Top Shops

Like most Brits, I’ve been a Topshop fan for as long as I can remember.

For years the brand has churned out winning collections, season after season. The clothes are young, hip, beautiful and affordable.

If you want a party dress, whether you’re a student or Beyonce, you go to Topshop.

I was unbelievably flattered, not only to be invited to their Unique show, but to be asked to sit right in the action in the front row.

The show was miles away and sadly not at Somerset House. The world and his photographer battled through traffic to get there in time.

But in the madness outside I ran into a few friendly faces from last night’s party.

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All wearing Topshop, funnily enough!

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Topshop had invited their front row down to the store to choose an outfit for the show. We were taken to the Personal Shopping area and stylists flew around looking for what we might like. Pretty much the best shopping experience of my life. I don’t know if I can ever go back to the regular version… *weep*

Anyway, my stylist pulled a few suits for me (use the arrows below to see more options, maybe you’ll find one to suit you!)

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and I fell head over heels for this little white number and kitten-soft vest.

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Though I have to say I was a trifle jealous of Golestaneh’s teddy bear coat! Make sure you check out her street style blog, it’s one of my favourites.

Inside the show space, it was pandemonium. People raced around, shoving fashionistas and journalists out of the way. Actresses and socialites preened and posed for the photographers, as Philip Green and Anna Wintour watched on stoically.

We found our own quiet little spot for a drink, before being called to our seats.

And look who I found my seat next to!

Miss Burr.

We very excitedly chatted away, caught up (to be fair it had only been about a week since our last lunch date… but a lot happens during Fashion Week!) before the lights came down, the music thumped through the space and the show began.

It all started with brights n whites. Sporty casual wear to transition from Winter to Spring.

^ You really can’t beat an off the shoulder Bardot top.

But my jaw didn’t hit the floor until the final dresses hit the runway.

Embellished clouds of chiffon and tulle wafted through the space, wrapping themselves around the leggy models.

One by one they took to the stage and wowed the crowd.

Before finally storming out together for the last walk.

I desperately need that nude number in my life!

After the show we whooped and cheered, clapped and hurried away.

A swarm of paparazzi engulfed the front door, leaving everyone to heave their way through and try to find their car.

I snuck off around the corner to wait for mine in peace!

Stopped off for a spot of tea at Chiltern Firehouse with PJ and Lucy.

Before racing off to the new Jimmy Choo townhouse… for more tea.

Frightfully British.

I met a dashing young chap, called Sergio.

And immediately leapt in for a cuddle.

We strolled around together, and fell head over paws for this…

Zadie bag. Although possibly for different reasons. He may have thought it was a relation and I wanted to steal it.

But we both agreed that we wouldn’t mind a little chew (or Choo) on these…

Duchess shoes, as they are rather delicious.

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High street look-a-likes:

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Having had our fill of tea and teeny cakes, we headed off for something stronger.

Something rough, tough and timelessly sexy.

It could only be Belstaff.

Rather than a traditional show, we were treated to a good old fashioned shindig, with the occasional model thrown in.

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All in all and excellent day, utterly dedicated to great British design houses.

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