For the past five days I’ve been covering London Fashion Week for Vice. When I first moved to London, fashion week (or as I like to call it, Free Drinks Week) was really exciting. All the shows and parties seemed so elicit and cool, and everywhere you turned there was free champagne, fancy canapés and hot male models. Now, post global economic breakdown, free drinks are few and far between, and the goody bags at shows have things like key chains and pens in them, rather than the lipstick and jewelry of the past. Lame. Plus, no one cool even shows in London anyway. Like, Vivienne Westwood Red Label? Seriously, no one cares. Anyway, here’s some of the stuff I got up to this past week.
From far away I thought this was The Ting Tings, but when I got closer I realized they were just normal people dressed like futuristic, nu rave sex robots.