Last night I admitted to the boyfriend that I, Francis Girard, self confessed fashionista (ridiculous term but what else do I call myself?), 600 hits per day fashion blogger (is that a lot?), fashion week usher and back rower (standing at 165cm I may as well down load it when I get home) has never sat in the front row of a fashion show.
“Never?” He replied “Are You Sure?” Like as if I had somehow forgotten such a momentous occasion.
I’ve since decided that September 2008 is the year of sitting – it may not be the year of front row sitting but it will be the year of sitting. Baby steps. No more will I wear black trousers, a free fashion week polo and direct the who’s who to their seats. This year, I will wear what ever the hell I want and sit exactly where a nice girl (who is not me) directs me to sit. I will also smile at her and tell her I like her trouser and polo combination.