13:05 I realize I’m blinded by love for Phoebe Philo. At this point, if she sends out burlap sacks I’ll love it. I hope she doesn’t, but I’m just so excited to be here. (And so is everyone else, the room’s positively buzzing with anticipation.)
13:07 There are massive books on everyone’s seat. Well, they’re more like thick magazines with black and white covers and no text. Tommy Ton tells me they’re full of Phoebe’s inspiration for the season.
13:13 Everyone’s spilling in and I swear every other woman is wearing SS10 Celine. I’m jealous.
13:19 One person’s been assigned to vacuumming the carpet and they’re doing so violently, without pause. The carpet’s green and blue and black, another element pointing toward color. I really want color–what’s gotten into me?
13:27 The show is maybe about to start, and the photographer’s pit is having a communal heart attack; they’re yelling at Russian Vogue‘s Aliona Doletskaya to “UNCROSS YOUR LEGS!” and she’s ignoring them.
13:31 She finally uncrosses her legs, the loudspeakers yell, “We’re going to be starting now, baby!” and a parade of navy blue looks open the show, all with buttons up the side and black leather pockets. The shoes are chunky, Tabitha Simmons-like booties or heels with strips of fur.
13:37 There’s no color, but bits of army green and khaki. Philo throws a few evening looks in at the end, but for the most part it’s a collection of incredibly chic clothing for the everyday.
13:53 I grab a sad left-behind book & bolt for the bus.