Wednesday, December 8, 2010
So last night, whilst my thoroughly Z-list Mommy was parked on the couch catching up with Gossip Girl, yours truly slipped into her finest feathered headdress, called my limo and headed on down to the Savoy to rub paws with some of my favorite other Fashion A-listers. Supreme bitch Naomi Campbell was there (I bow to her diva ways, she even puts this doginista to shame) and of course my BFFs Erdem, Daisy Lowe, Giles Deacon, Daphne Guiness and more.
When I arrived at the Savoy, slipping like a little celeb pro through the throngs of paparazzi to take my place at the photocall, I realized I had been slotted in alongside Miss Daphne Guiness, who, needless today was rather peeved that my headdress was bigger than hers.
At dinner, I was seated next to Giles Deacon, and couldn't help but notice the jealous looks being shot our way from across the the room by Erdem Moralioglu. Of course Mr. Harold Tillman, whose acquaintance I first made last fashion week, when he made a special concession for me to be the only Fashion Dog allowed in the BFC tent at Somerset House.
The awards ceremony itself was everything I could have hoped for and more, save the awkward moment with Phoebe Philo misheard presenter Bianca Jagger, thinking she was announcing the "Designer of the Year" instead of "Doginista of the Year." She was a good sport though, when corrected, and promptly handed over the statuette so that I could immediately scent it with eau de winner so that any other doggy within a mile radius can smell the Pommy victory oozing off the trophy. Now the only thing left to do is find a money spot in Hyde Park to bury it. Let the sniffing begin!