There were murmurs of, "Wow, that looks like Courtney Love," at the Serpentine Gallery last night.
Pringle held their show in the middle of Kensington Gardens--the gallery itself is split into a maze of cubby-like rooms. I made my way to the end and my seat, directly across from Courtney Love's kilt. She jumped up, a mass of crimped blond hair, to embrace V's Stephen Gan, but the photographers were more interested in Meredith Melling Burke.
Then, they turned on Tilda Swinton, who posed for photos with Vanity Fair's Michael Roberts. But nothing compared to the crush for pictures of Janet Jackson. She entered from backstage in something low cut and leopard, with two bodyguards. (At the Westwood show the night before, Jackson entered without bodyguards, but Ke$ha had one for the duration of the show.)
By the time the show started I was practically blind from flashes. The chunky knits and shearling lined skirts provided brief recovery--I loved them in fact--but once the velvet started, I just wanted to close my eyes.