This year, for the first time, I'm planning to 'crash' the shows, as my fashion and art student friends would say, although in reality this involves more skulking round the V&A waiting for the optimum moment and then begging nicely at curtains than any dynamic, siege-like action that the term might suggest (If it didn't work for Brüno then...)
Unfortunately, the inconvenient timing means I may have to choose between fashion week and fresher's week. My mother supports the former, my boyfriend and 'veteran' second-year friends argue for the latter. Sunday and Monday are definitely the most inviting days, with Louise Goldin, Richard Nicoll and Viv Westwood finishing off the weekend and Luella, Todd Lynn, Christopher Kane, House of Holland and Twenty8Twelve following on Monday. It all ends with Burberry Prorsum, and I'm happy to welcome Christopher Bailey back to London after so many seasons in Milan. I was lucky enough to be in the second row at his Spring/Summer show in 2005 (a mere chess move from Anna Wintour!) albeit in all my teenage, metal-mouthed glory, spellbound by all those willowy types (Gemma, Daria, Lily...) and fashion masters opposite me (Anna's (P and W) , Carine, Testino...) Unfortunately, i doubt Burberry is an easy crash, and I'm more than convinced that Christopher won't remember the gangly girl in an H&M miniskirt and 5-inch platform galliano boots (an unusual 15-yr old's touch) who he had his picture taken with.