CAROLINE CHARLES S/S11

Fashion's obsession with Mad Men style saw no chance of coming to an end at Caroline Charles. Ladylike lux was the mood for Friday's show at LFW, with boxy jackets, waisted dresses and huge skirts throughout. Finish the look with neat white gloves, kitten heels, a stylish hat and of course lashings of diamonds and pearl necklaces. Sometimes fashion is all about playing dress-up and this look will make you feel like you're skipping through 1960s New York on the arm of Don Drapper.

PAUL COSTELLOE S/S 11

Paul Costelloe got London Fashion Week off to a flirty, fun-filled start yesterday with his up-beat collection of cutesy Tinkerbell style dresses. Massive bows, graphic prints and full skirts were major motifs in the collection which also included slinky maxi-dresses, tailored playsuits and light-weight jackets. Inspired by 'The Twenties and a hint of Rock n' Roll,' the collection was a lot younger than the Dublin-based designer's usual wares. The menswear collection, as well as including impeccably tailored suits, kept the fun with Hawaiian print shorts teamed with a suit jacket. The soundtrack of Eliza Doolittle summed up the feeling perfectly. As they say... "Pack-up your troubles in your old kit bag and bury them beneath the sea."





























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FESTIVAL FASHION

If you are not dressed as a unicorn or a duck then this is the only way to rock laid-back festival fashion. Sticking to the rule that if you show some skin, you need to cover-up elsewhere, they manage to look sexy without looking trashy. The simple hair and make-up is either an act of brilliance that took hours or they really did roll out of bed looking this good. Damn them!

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BESTIVAL!

Somewhere in a land far far away lies a place on the other side of the rabbit hole. For those with the patience to get there, a weekend of decadence and hedonism awaits them.



Upon arrival, with very fuzzy heads, YoN and my companions got lost, which wasn't the best start. After stopping to ask the way at a delightful pink caravan and getting told off my some very surly stewards we made our way past the tipi's to our campsite.





Thursday evening saw the weekend kick-off as party-goers went hard in the dance tents, getting down to dub and drinking and smoking as much as they could stuff in their eager mouths.



YoN stumbled upon a magical tree staffed by little people who kept the beer flowing



The rest of the weekend continued in a similarly weird manner. Unicorns and Centaurs frolicked in the mud backed up my music from The XX, Mumford and Sons and The Flaming Lips.



One night we met a man with two heads who gave us Sambuca in sticky shot glasses. We could only hope he wasn't a witch in disguise waiting to lure us back to his gingerbread house.





Meanwhile my little Carebear friends went off their heads, climbing signs, eating plastic fruit and then passing out on a piano before managing to knock the whole thing over much to the astonishment of passers-by, who wondered how these sweet little creatures had such super-human strength. As it turns out the plastic fruit was in fact full of a magical potion, or something.





And so as the harsh light of day broke through on a Monday morning, YoN packed up her Cath Kidston tent and passed out on the floor of the ferry home.

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STOP CLIMBING TALL BUILDINGS

One night a Swedish blonde led me astray. She said she wanted to go out and explore, to really see this city while she is young. I took her to a hotel roof terrace where we danced to an indie cover band and drank stolen vodka. This was not enough to satisfy her greedy heart and she enticed me up a fire escape to admire the view over the city and for the first time that night, I really felt alive.

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EVERYBODY WENT SURFING

Relentless Boardmasters was where the country kids snuck off to last weekend for the rare chance to combine world-class surfing with some festival antics. Fistral Beach sessions and surf comps were the highlight of the week. Although you can't escape feeling the whole thing would have been so much more hedonistic if beach-goers weren't huddled against the rain in anoraks. None-the-less there were plenty of crazy party-heads who were determined to get their kicks rain or no.





Skater kids hung around for the BMX, Surf and skate comps, where the pros showcased some serious moves.



Meanwhile girls and boys floated about the Watergate sessions to catch some Seasick Steve, Example and Chase & Status but mostly to rub their bodies with temporary tattoos, drink cheap vodka out of "water bottles" and grind in the dance tents.











After blagging a photo-pass from a drunk PR boy, YoN went to check out Chase & Status and New Young Pony Club causing mayhem in the Relentless stage which is made extra rave-tastic from the advantage of having inflatable walls.







Hand-core punk rockers The Gallows ensured no audience member was safe with their mosh-friendly set, one of them even appears to have set himself alight... Now that's dedication. Allegedly Plan B was head-butting people in the crowd but as YoN was too scared to take a closer look, this remains unverified.



And finally, as we prepared for the six hour hungover drive home, the sun came out... Makes me proud to be British!



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MY GOSH MARVELLOUS: SUMMER BALL

My Gosh Marvellous descended on Proud Camden this weekend for a night of vintage debauchery. A swing band entertained revellers as guys and dolls showed off their moves in their finest 1940s garbs. MGM bring to life a technicolour world of movie musical glamour with their vintage events. Check out when the next one is at http://mygoshmarvellous.co.uk.










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