Two incredibly lucky Avon employees won a Twitter Competition to attend the British Fashion Awards 2010 – here’s how they got on at one of the UK’s most prestigious events of the year!
So I'm a bit of a competition addict – any comp that is giving away free clothes, or vouchers for clothes, or experiences in fashion you can guarantee that I've entered it. I'd just like to say right now; I never win! Never! So you can imagine my surprise when I received an e-mail last Thursday from a, Rosanna Falconer from the British Fashion Awards (also the London Fashion Council) telling me that I'd won 2 tickets to the British Fashion Awards at the Savoy Theatre on Tuesday (7th December) I couldn't believe it! I invited a friend from work who I know has a passion for fashion and all things celebrity!
Anyway, the night arrived and I had chosen a beautiful floor length sequined number from Top Shop in a (tight) fitting fabric – black of course! Coupled with my patent Louboutins and an incredible Faux Fur jacket that wouldn't have looked out of place in a gangster's rap video, the whole outfit reeked of 1960's Hollywood Glam (just the way I'd intended it too) and I took particular care when applying my Avon make-up (well what else could I possibly use and yes I used lashing of SuperShock mascara, MagiX and Mega Impact Lipstick!). My friend Sandra looked F-A-B-ulous in a black dress with amazing 'flapper girl' style creases throughout, it created a beautiful silhouette which she teamed with a stunningly simple white blazer, just the right note to finish off a fantastic guise.
Arriving at the Savoy was possibly the most exciting moment of my life; we glided down the red carpet, which was littered with members of the public desperately trying to catch a glimpse at the hundreds of celebrities that were already inside. We walked up to the big gilt double doors and handed over that grey and silver embossed invitation!
Before we went in to the champagne reception we had a quick photo call outside on the red carpet – now, I have to say I'm not a massive fan of having my photo taken but even I could get used to that treatment! Once we were inside we received a black poker chip and told to take the stairs down to the bar. We were met with a glass of champagne and had about 45 minutes before the show started which gave us plenty of time to do some celeb ogling.
Although we didn't get to talk to any celebs we were blinded by all of the glitz and glamour that was on display at the Savoy – everyone looked like they'd just jumped out of the pages of Vogue! There was a buzz in the room and we were acutely aware that we were surrounded by the very people who decide and define the season’s current and future trends that we adapt in our day to day lives.
The awards ceremony was pure class, with a stunning tribute to Lee Alexander McQueen (RIP), presented by Claudia Winkleman (who looked fabulous in a pair of Charlotte Olympia heels) I swear she is the only woman I know that could pull off patent leggings and a black poncho and call that black-tie couture!
The awards flew by, with Claudia Schiffer, Yasmin Le Bon, Alexa Chung, Brian Ferry and Daisy Lowe (to name but a few!) giving the awards and winners such as Alexander McQueen, Nicholas Kirkwood (accessories), Lara Stone (model of the year), E. Tautz (menswear), Naomi Campbell (special recognition), Alex Chung (British Style), Pheobe Philo for Celine (designer of the year) the list continues…
The awards drew to a very swift close and we were escorted out of the Savoy, dinner was delicious at Salierie with a selection of French and Mediterranean cuisine. Had to be quite crafty when the owner tried to ply us with shots of Limoncello but we're nothing if not resourceful and swiftly found a way to dispose of it.
By the way my face wasn't actually that white, I can thank my camera for that!
At about 11pm we made our way to Movida – we had been provided with a red ribbon that would gain us access, not only to the club, but to the VIP section. Of course there were a few similarities with a standard night out with the girls…the obligatory guy that looks kinda cute but turns out to be a complete nightmare by spilling a drink all over you (thank god I was wearing a black dress COVERED in sequins, let's be honest I couldn't get any shinier could I?) Oh and the girls that you always think to yourself, how the hell did they get in here? But despite the horrific dance moves of some of the more intoxicated members of the ‘fash pack’ and some incredibly brave outfits the entire night was beautiful, glamorous and utterly fabulous (to use but a few adjectives).
So, I have now set myself the gargantuan task of ensuring Sandra and I get tickets NEXT year, so watch this space!