I don't know if I'll ever get to grips with places where you can't wear highheels and where rain protective footwear is obligatory (even on a stone-dry day), but the Alex James Harvest Festival was good fun - laden with organic food and drunken dance steps - and in the end I had counted 312 different styles of wellington boots. But enough of crawling through the fields… from now on all my eyes will be 100% peeled towards Fashion Week! (How wonderful was the Suno collection?!) Are you following the New York action?
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