A night of being the singer’s missus
Well, that photo kind of sums up my night. After a quick dash into Covent Garden, I witnessed Mr. Fashion Detective and his merry band, The Lola Jones, perform at a charity event in Henry’s Bar (see clip below – it’s the 80s!), and in spite of hastily consumed vodka Red Bulls and a mystery shot, I’m pleased to report that I did not fall, nor suffer a blister, in my new and effin’ amazeballs Kurt Geiger heels.
The delish shoes were busted out with that ASOS dress I telled you about and Primark’s finest orange tights. Bright and bold, just how I like it. It’s my failing as a “fashion blogger”, but I’m rubbish at asking my friends and family to take a decent pic of me to show you, but as I am hardly model standard, I’m sure you’d rather let your imagination fill in the gaps, anyway.
I’m not shy about taking pics of others, though – particularly a “man band” as devilishly handsome as the Lolas…
|The Lola Jones|
|Richard, keyboards (and exemplary beard). Graham, guitar.|
|Matt (aka Mr. Fashion Detective), guitar and vocals|
|Get that vodka down you, girl (try not to stare at my big, orange thigh!)|