I will play the 'Look at who I'm sitting next to' card just this once because it positively is cringing and really quite childish.  So the night continued into copious amounts of bubbles (the bad sort for me...champers...) and then onto the show, where my camera ran out of battery mid-show but I have everything I need, me thinks for rull reportage here.  I knew it was going to be a front row affair but I didn't really know I was going to be smack bang at the end of the runway sandwiched between Sami Tillouche (designer from Lanvin) and Lucas Ossendrijver and then Jean Paul Gaultier...oh well, they found another way to spell my name wrong...'Suzy Bubble' written on the seat confirmed a night of cameras, lights and people hovering around me as they tried to approach the 'Gaultier' area. 

Ossendrijver, who is absolutely lovely and quite interesting and whose work I'm fascinated by from the point of view that he is doing some amazing things to aid the evolution of designer menswear, despite Lanvin menswear collections being revered, agreed that he would never want the sort of limelight that JPG gets.  A nod nod nod from me.  People quivering as they spoke to Gaultier, asking for autographs, photos and a gazillion video cameras and he handled it all with plenty of jollyness and no airs and graces at all... 

Lots of bad bubbles later and now the head is not good....and it is still pissing down with rain.... to flea market tomorrow I go, I promise...