The mention of fashion week parties tend to make my eyes roll into the back of my head BUT this was something different.
What do you get when you mix the new Editor of Vogue, the American editor of Vogue, Naomi, Kate and basically the entire world of fashion and film in one place.
It was like Glastonbury VIP but with a hell of a lot of scatter cushions.
And how does Annabel's, the most anticipated members club of all time launch? With a Bafta shindig for the new editor of vogue, Edward Enniful. Genius. He has a little black book on both sides of the Atlantic and hell, he must have ripped it wide open. Rarely do you see such a momentous collision of Hollywood and the Brit Pack. Leonardo di Caprio and some dude from Stranger Things bumping shoulders with Paloma Faith and Alexa Chung .
As with any festival, a key element is the music and with Virgil Abloh and Mos Def filling the dance floor in the basement, it was something quite special! This is how I envisaged Studio 54 in the 70s with the eclectic crowd and electric atmosphere.
The club itself is another level and the most incredible party location you could imagine with a covered Garden which can fit hundreds of people, underfloor heating and a retractable roof. It felt like dancing in a woods in the middle of winter but at 20 degrees. The sheer size of the place was pretty overwhelming and the decor didn't disappoint, think big jungle prints, bonkers wallpaper and a ladies loo that dreams are made of with a Charlotte Tilbury make station. Come on!
Sipping (or let's faced it glugging) Belvedere Espresso Martinis on Sunday night really was a joy. Oh and I musn't forget (although it's always easy to) the food was on point! Tuna tosdata's, crab arancini and lobster rolls.
This was certainly the most loose I’ve ever seen a crowd on a Sunday night. Other than at a festival of course. It's only Feburary I hope this year hasn't peaked too soon.