Dress, ASOS; Shoes, Opening Ceremony; Bag, H&M; Watch, Guess.
The secret that no one tells you about working in the offices of a fashion magazine is that, second only to Pheobe Philo’s latest offering for Céline, the thing that arouses the highest levels of excitement is cake. Forget your Fendi furs, if you really want to know the way to a fashion girl’s heart, give her a red velvet cupcake tied up with a bow (preferably miniature – just see the popularity of the teacup pig if you want to see proof that size matters). So you can imagine the squeals of joy as a number of complimentary boxes of sweet treats landed on the desk this morning, just as we were digesting the latest reports from Milan. And thanks to the sheer volume of baked goods delivered, I was able to have my cake and eat two.