Partying with princesses and catching some Cabaret
The week started off with the husband flying out of town and one very dear girlfriend flying in to stay with me! With Violet at her grandparents in Milan, I almost felt like a twenty-something single girl again. Former supermodel Claudia Mason had flown in from New York for some meetings and I was thrilled to have time to hang out with her – and finally be introduced to the era of Instagram.
She was very patient and explained everything as if I was about eight years old. Still not quite sure what the point is but I will soldier on. When Giorgio is gone I make time for all my girlfriends, who I just don’t get to see enough of. I have also resumed Jo’s Dance class. It’s a great high impact class and I really do work up a sweat. Not that I look anything close to Beyonce, who we were supposedly imitating!
That night was another great friend’s birthday party. PR supremo Jenny Halpern loves a dance, usually with a pole involved, but her divine husband Ryan is more conservative and so a chic soiree at her beautiful London home was the order of the day. Saffron Aldridge was looking very cool wearing a heavenly pair of Valentino bow boots – I don’t really think of Saffron doing bows. Interiors goddess Tara Bernerd was as usual exasperated with her workload. I think all of us with little ones make her silently chuckle that we are ever short of hours in the day! She’s heading off to David Furnish’s upcoming 50th celebrations in New York, which prompted me to say she was a little hopeful if she thought she had much chance of meeting any appropriate single men there. I chatted away to my friend Kate Driver (sister of actress Minnie) who seems to have re-entered the workplace with abandon. She is a clever film producer and has long harboured a desire to manage young up and coming talent – she would make a great mentor!
The food was delicious and it was quite a rare occasion to see all the girls tucking in so freely. Not so when I had to be up with the larks the following morning to shoot a new campaign for Calzone at Pizza Express. The absolute glamour of it all… Arriving at the restaurant in the Strand all dolled up but with rollers in situ is just so wrong! The photographer was a hoot and my chef or pizziolo Adriona was fabulous. He got to eat three piping hot Calzones and all I was allowed was to hold a single solitary slice! Although at 9am, I am not sure I quite had the stomach for it…
I had a meeting later that afternoon about a charity event I will be co-chairing in the Spring for a Children’s hospice and we were all challenged to come up with a theme. Sad that at 40 I still love a theme! Will this ever change? I just feel that if you are asking people to give generously it somehow makes it less painful to do so in full costume. “Military and Medics” seemed to be the path we were heading down.
My lovely house guest Claudia wanted to take me for dinner to say thank you, but first we planned to drop in at The Brompton Club en route for a preview of Beulah London’s Spring/Summer 2013 collection and launch of their Hennessy Gold Cup scarf for charity. I explained it was casual, but this is Chelsea we are talking about. I slipped on some leggings, a leopard tee and a furry jacket. It felt casual although my girlfriend gasped when we met at the bottom of my stairs. She was in New York ‘casual’, skinnyjeans and a jumper. As she is an ex-supermodel, whatever she put on would look fab, to be honest.
We arrived at the party to be greeted by 20 photographers, leaving her looking a little unamused! Getting into the party was a feat in itself. Trillions of gorgeous 20-somethings (including some of the Made in Chelsea lot) in head to toe Beulah; glamour exemplified. The two founders Natasha Rufus Isaacs and Lavinia Brennan were charming and seemed thrilled with the response to their ethical line. Princess Eugenie was there as was Chelsy Davy. Claudia asked for a ginger ale and it came with a healthy glug of brandy. She was in hysterics at how we speak the same but hugely different language.
Zuma was a mob scene. The maître’d was as helpful as he could be but we still looked like we were there to be picked up! Too silly for words. I bumped into my good pal Caroline Stanbury. She was in an itsy bitsy Herve Leger mini and sky scraper heels. Not sure if she was off to a party but way over the top for dinner. She is beside herself with excitement as she has just landed a huge American reality TV show. She won’t mind me saying this but she talks about herself incessantly now.
God help us when the show starts!! With the weekend looming Claudia and I had one last hurrah – a night at the Savoy Theatre to see Cabaret, with Will Young as its star. We were joined by Valentino, Giancarlo Giammetti and their clan, including VBH jewellery and handbag designer Bruce Hoeksema and ex-model Charlene de Ganay. Valentino is a die-hard musical fan, and with my family’s theatre connections, I try to take him to see something new whenever he is in town. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven when he saw Singin’ In the Rain!
I was not prepared in any way for the show but I can only say you must see it. It’s truly brilliant; the choreography, the costumes, the lighting, and Will Young is staggering. After the show we headed off to, yes you guessed it, Loulou’s nightclub at 5 Hertford Street – so hot that it’s almost becoming a nightly staple among my crew!
Can’t wait to tell you all about my double whammy at the Royal Albert Hall – one with the “Queen of Mean” Joan Rivers, herself, and the other with James Bond at the premiere to end all premieres. How can we ever go back to Leicester Square….