After spoiling us with blogger lounges, free coffee and litres and litres of vitamin water this season the run-of-the-mill blogger has become persona non grata at Somerset House and to get your press pass you now have to perform a Google striptease showing proof of followers and traffic and how much of a general heavy-weight in the blogging world you are (which immediately made me feel like turning on my heel and walking out crying tears of rejection)… but then I was deemed 'good enough' and the press pass was handed over. well, double-phew.
While I was still marvelling at these weird new security measures (which are totally unreal since absolutely anyone can walk through the back entrance anyway, but without press pass you can not enter the exhibition) I looked up and realised the employee's SS12 dress code was hospital. Clean and friendly, especially with the sign: 'Here to help'…
Still, come ooon... nothing beats a black leather skirt and a blazer with razor sharp shoulders when it comes to work wear. Nearly stopped breathing when I saw her walk out of the Savoy.
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