My yearly diary, January, New collection, stress! always difficult getting it started, love it one minute, hate it the next, it doesn’t matter how many times you do it its still exactly the same to this day, Love + Hate.
London Fashion week, lots of press, no buyers, see you in Paris they say! London Fashion Weekend, the sample sale, sell enough to pay for Paris Fashion week, phew! Then Premiere Classe, Paris, set up the stand, it’s looking real good, we are fucking professionals. First drink in a month, for a second I could be on holiday, definitely more fun to be had at Paris Fashion week, nicer people, better parties. But don’t forget the stress, it doesn’t go away! need the orders on the books, long season ahead. ‘Have you seen the buyer from blah blah blah, she was here this morning’ they say. Oh no! why did she not come to see me??? Paranoia!
Back to London, The Eurostar fashion express,‘ Yeh, one of my best seasons ever’ everyone says with a plastic smile, same bullshit, different season. Finally home sweet home, shit! Eviction Letter ‘forgot’ to pay the rent on my flat or decided it would be better invested on some new leather for the collection. Next morning, appointment with bank manager, please extend the overdraft, look at the orders I have, I have just been featured in Vogue, you know! Overdraft confirmed, thank you, see you next season. Production funded, slave through to September, pay everything off, relax! Not fucking likely, its September, we start all over again!!!