Adventures in NYC

My trip to New York feels like an age ago, but I did intend to mention it on here so I will – it quickly became apparent that it was The Press Trip Ever, so it seems a shame to relegate it to work-coverage only. My love of NYC is well documented and as someone who truly lives a Champagne lifestyle on a Charlemagne budget, the opportunity for a press jaunt to my favourite city was never, ever going to be a disappointment.

The reason I went to New York was because Virgin Atlantic have opened a new Clubhouse at JFK airport – that’s right, if you fly first class with Virgin you don’t just get a first class lounge, you get an entire building full of awesome fun stuff. The exact reason I went to New York was because within that Clubhouse, there is a Bumble and bumble salon. And that’s reason enough, frankly. Being a guest of Virgin Atlantic meant flying first class with treats of all kinds thrown in, plus the chance to party with Mr Branson himself at the opening night of the Clubhouse. We also got to stay at The Standard, which was AWESOME in itself.

So, as there’s no chance I will ever, ever, get to fly first class and stay at The Standard again, here’s what I got up to.

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New York Fashion Week: Karen Walker

I always love Karen Walker, and the fact that her fall/winter 2011 collection was inspired by Northern Soul and Dexy’s Midnight Runners makes me love it even more. Love the little knitted caps (although I hate that every boy in New Cross wears them), love the donkey jackets, and love the palette of greys, reds, and blues, interjected with that bold floral. Neat!

Here’s one of my favourite Northern Soul tracks by the beautiful Laura Greene:

 

Spring/Summer 2011: Badgley Mischka

So apparently, the Badgley Mischka collection was inspired by  the “timeless glamour” of White Mischief – the 1988 film about aristocratic British expats in colonial Kenya. Just so happens that the film is based on one of my favourite books of last year, The Bolter. See previous post.

Well, I didn’t enjoy the collection as much as I enjoyed the book, but there are still some decent frocks that I reckon Frances Osborne and co may approve of, and which evoke that heady twenties feel I’m so boringly obsessed with.