Photos by Lea, edited by me
Slush, drizzle, one degree weather and overcast skies. Reality has kicked in; I'm back in Berlin, knackered, with slightly greasy hair and wedding ringless (it has suddenly disappeared). London Fashion Week is over, at least for me, and Somerset House seems more like an adrenaline infused memory than something that actually happened just a few days ago. The comedown is now kicking in and it's all feeling a bit depressing. I never thought I would ever be able to partake in any of these events, even if mostly as an onlooked or behind the lens. Berlin, Milan and now London: sometimes it all still feels wonderfully surreal. For me the people themselves make Fashion Week so unbelievably exciting. Seeing old friends, making new ones and getting high on design in the process all makes it so worthwhile. Now, like an ostrich, I'm going to remove my head from the sand and readjust to work and normality. Less peplum, more TEDx. But don't worry, I'd like to leave you with an image unalike to today's greasy hair: my final Fashion Week outfit.