Mummy duties, red carpets and celebrities galore!
Summer craziness has finally arrived and looks pretty determined to stay. I try my upmost to be a non-flaky friend which means that due to my constant asking for people to attend my gallery viewings and other parties all through the year it falls to me to reciprocate! The next 3 weeks are always brutal…
We had just arrived back from Tamara Ecclestone’s beautiful, very private engagement/wedding surprise weekend, when my little daughter came down with the dreaded chicken pox! Good as gold she asked me if that entitled her to a week of chocolate and TV! I thank our lucky stars she didn’t get them too badly.
The next day I had to get the legs running fast as I was due to pop my head in at ‘Kensington Mums Motherhood’ exhibition at Beaufort House. A lovely girl called Dina had stopped me in Chelsea Green and asked if I would be part of her ‘Mummies’ project. Never one to say no, I found myself filming a small segment at my house and as a result wanted to see their finished product. The response was amazing and the collage was beautiful. It’s a great cause and I think their hard work had really paid off. If you are keen to learn more take a look at kensingtonmums.co.uk.
More charity and even more worthy causes… our dear friends Holly and Nick Candy had a very small dinner at their sumptuous home in No1 Hyde Park. “Summer in the City” was created as a platform for Holly to share her intent and passion as an Ambassador for DRI (Disabillity Rights International). They had just returned from a grueling five day trip to eastern Europe and Holly had shown Nick what dreadful conditions huge numbers of the orphans were living in. The evening was a weepy one with a very cleverly put together video and a speech by Holly that was brilliant. I think they raised all our awareness to levels that cannot be ignored. The Duchess of York was guest of honour and as we all know she is a relentless campaigner for these orphanages and the conditions. It definitely makes it all sink home just how lucky we all are.
The following evening I was raring to go albeit to Soho! I am just hopeless these days at being adventuress of spirit and so rarely venture further than Mayfair! The Carrera Ignition Party was enough to get me moving and our good friend Ermes Steffanuto, the CEO of Safilo, was thankfully in the lobby when we arrived.
The queue to get in was almost down Greek Street. I can’t remember the last time I had to queue, very good for the ego!!
Once inside the party was already electric. Supermalemodel David Gandy was almost mobbed as he arrived sporting a great pair of tortoiseshell Carrera frames.
I lost my gang almost immediately as House of St Barnabas is a rambling venue and my Cassidea shoes were terrifyingly tall. I was also in immaculate cream Pucci so was a bit paranoid about spillages!
I found one of London’s most gorgeous boys James Rousseau and found the perfect excuse to park myself on a chair for a catch up… My sister Clare arrived in one of her trademark itty bitty dresses and the talented photographer Deborah Anderson was also in tow.
Amber Le Bon was the opening DJ which was fabulous. Next came the pretty Mary Charteris followed by Nick Grimshaw of BBC Radio 1! What a line up.
Pixie Geldof then had a set and they finally finished with Chelsea Leyland. All way too trendy for me and my crew!
I met the legendary blogger DJ Bip Ling with my girlfriend Amanda Kyme and also young girl about town Zara Martin.
The cocktails were flowing and the glasses were flying off the stands – the huge garden in the back was thankfully our refuge and miraculously the evening was a beautiful Summer night.
Giorgio was anxious to get our crew to dinner and so we dragged socialite Dori Cooperman in from New York and the naughty Dino Lalvani off to Hertford St…We left the young to it.
Finally the Summer Party at the Serpentine. Giorgio was firmly on the wagon and beginning to moan at the sheer amount of parties I had said yes to. I had a divine Missoni dress I was supposed to wear so threatened to go alone. Our arrival couldn’t have been better, with Kate Moss in her trademark rock’n’roll black and Naomi Campbell in her trademark Alaia. Jade Jagger and Trudie Styler in crisp white lace. Giorgio finally had to smile as he kissed Naomi hello! The annual cocktail party has become such a scene, this year Tim Jefferies was co-chairing with L’Wren Scott and Caroline Peyton-Jones.
Party thrower extraordinaire Amanda Ferry was at the entrance to greet us and had obviously upped the anti. Gone were the scores of tacky Russians of years gone by and in their place were the uber cool … Trillions of PYT’s in scaffold high heels and some of the best frocks I have seen all season. Eva Herzigova looked incredible in leather L’Wren Scott, especially bearing in mind she only had her third little boy a minute ago! Daphne Guinness has become a weird vision of her previously beautiful self, almost a cabaret dame. I was happy to bump into my old pal from LA Bruce Payne – a wonderful British actor and his other half Laura. I kept trying to disappear into the throng near the stage but Giorgio was having none of it! Tailor Ozwald Boateng was his usual jovial spirit and the privileged acceptable Russians, Katya Fomichev, Masha Hanson and Inga Rubinstein all looked sensational. Astrid Munoz was out again, twice in a week I was thrilled, with partner in crime, fashionista Annabelle Nielsen. Feeling we were off home I had a last laugh with make-up rock’n’kohl queen Charlotte Tilbury before we bade our goodnights to Tim and Malin Jeffries as they headed off to a crazy packed Hertford Street.
I was actually quite relieved we had had a curfew so to speak as we were up early the following morning to fly to Naples……