london fashion week top 2011

 I love it, too, when the (male) photographers at the end of the catwalk start shouting at all these powerful women, telling them to uncross their legs and ‘move the bloody bags’ because they’re in frame, which always results in a few hot tears that threaten to dislodge the Flutter lash extensions. 

It might be entertaining, but is all this front-row action good for business? While designers will deny paying for celebrity patronage, the stars do not get out of bed in time for a 10am show on a Sunday (the Mulberry slot at Claridge’s) for a stick of rock.