Where do I start.
I approach this post with a little trepidation. Bare with.
You see, all the meticulous planning and problem solving in the world was not enough to get me red-carpet/photo ready in time to allow Mr. Luxe’s ardent photography skills the full game of vogues.
Which given that this was indeed one of THE most important events I have EVER attended, causes me much angst. What can you do.
In the three minutes I waited for my Uber carriage to arrive, we set about trying to capture;
The exquisite construction and silhouette sculpting finesse of my Jean-Pierre Braganza gown.
The supple matte-leather and finely detailed lock closure of my Modalu clutch.
The twinkly pink tourmaline and diamond ear candy …another flawless paradigm from Hall.
The scintillating beam of my Gemporia cocktail ring.
And not forgetting some quite remarkable shoe-candy. A high-street buy …but with a haute-couture appeal. I thought.
All the while panicking that my high-gloss mani was still shy of the 2 hour safety zone and I’d forgotten to wear any knickers.
…..tbc
L x
