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IT'S A FASHION WEEK- THE FINALE

Despite the fact that London Fashion Week is nothing more than a fancy trade fair, a lot of people seem to be really jealous of the fact that I get to go and take photos. I guess to really get a feel for the clothes you need to have your view obstructed by elaborate hats, rather than just look at them on Style.com. So here are some pictures I took on Wednesday. Now you can see what I saw.

My day started at Temple Station, where I ran in to the people from Models of Diversity. They were holding signs with the names of dead models on. Presumably to point out how dangerous the modeling industry is. THANK GOD someone finally had the balls to deal with that issue. Yeah! Right on, tall, skinny, white girl with good bone structure! It's about time people like you got a shot at modeling!

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My first show of the day was Ashish. I'm not too clued up on fashion, so I'm not sure if it's good or not. But here's an extract from the press release; "For here is the beating heart of Central Asia - where knits, silks and sequins are the currency of the millennia - from Marco Polo to the modern day". Oooohhh kaaayyyyeee.

I took a picture of this girl for the DOs and DON'Ts. When she realised I was taking her photo for Vice, she FREAKED OUT and started begging me not to make her a DON'T. So now I feel too bad to send it to the guy that writes them. So here she is. Judgment free.

Later, I went to my second show, Basso and Brooke. Again, not sure what themes this deals with or if it's good or anything. But here's some more press release: "If the original meaning of 'avant-garde' described a small group of highly skilled frontline soldiers entrusted with forging a path through tricky terrain for the army to follow, then it's later, cultural meaning, must surely apply here". Totally.

Fashion show music generally falls in to three categories; classical (for girlie or dramatic clothes), filthy electro (for edgy clothes), or Patti Smith (for everything else). This show was using an unbearable mash-up of MIA, Chicks on Speed and Justice. I guess they were trying to corner that all important '2007 youth' market. My patience was wearing thin, so I decided to put on my iPod and listen to "Supermodel" by Ru Paul, and HOLY SHIT, did it sync up well! I'm gonna write to the fashion council and suggest they make it compulsory music for all fashion shows.

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Flipping through fashion magazines lately, you'd think fashion was more about being naked than it was about wearing clothes. I mean, the latest issue of Love was basically just a pamphlet of supermodel vaj. In light of this, we went to the Christopher Kane party at Shoreditch House and brought some fashionable nudity to the crowd.

At fashion week everyone is so avant garde and over-it that you can literally stand outside an elite party with your shirt over your head and the words "LFW" and "LOLZ" written across your tits, and still no one will notice you. I can't quite decide if he wants to be a tranny, but DJ Anarchic Female was there, looking fierce in Christopher Kane from ages ago. Designer Dr. Noki was in town too, looking as insane as usual. Scottish fashion designer Louise Gray going through her blue period.

At around midnight they stopped serving free pizza, so we left, but not before snapping photographer Peter Alexander looking OK.