The totals are now in - a group of my girlfriends and I managed to raise nearly £11,000 at our 'Spring Fling' fundraiser last month, held at Guy Pelly's PUBLIC nightclub. All this money will go towards Harry Beecher's Two Many Women Campaign - raising money for Breast Cancer Research.
Thank you to all those who donated raffle prizes (which included goodies from Mulberry, Temperley, Jimmy Choo - to name but a few!) for the generous donations and for everyone who came down and helped to make it a really fun night.
Dynamo - Magician Impossible (and INCREDIBLE!)
Never ask your boyfriend what to wear to a party. I made this mistake last year when attending Jack’s friend’s wedding in Long Island. He had lost the invitation but told me it was a black tie event and I dressed accordingly; a sweeping, long sleeved, jewel pink Issa London dress. Apart from myself, and the bride, every other woman at this wedding was wearing black. That was one helluva long night.
So I cannot believe I made the same ridiculously naïve mistake before attending the WTA Tour Pre-Wimbledon Party, hosted by Holly Branson, at The Roof Gardens in Kensington. Running late from meetings, with little time to research the event, I asked Jack, who had attended this party before, the dress code. I was told it was “very casual, Babe.”
Turning up in skinny BDG black jeans and a Broad Anglais long sleeved top (from Staring At Stars) I was instantly surrounded by shimmering and glistening cocktail dresses and towering Nicholas Kirkwood heels everywhere I looked (which was not very far considering I was in flats by Pretty Ballerinas and was eye level with most other girl’s hips.) With the WTA and the British Fashion Council partnering together, this occasion was anything but casual… Babe. My heart sunk and Jack ran for his life (not for the hills, to the bar.)
After squeezing past many of the stilettos and sequins (Maria Sharapova in Alexander McQueen, you are SO NOT helping matters) my manhunt for Jack was halted by bumping into someone equally as casual and equally as short, Bradford magician, Dynamo. Knowing there is power in numbers, he instantly, however unwittingly and momentarily, became my NBF in the room.
After witnessing him tapping Sam Branson on the back three times, and his girlfriend, the beautiful Isabella Calthorpe, with her eyes tightly shut, convinced that it was her back being tapped, Dynamo soon had the rapidly growing crowd around him, both mesmorised and dumbfounded. But this was just a teaser - his new television series, ‘Dynamo: Magician Impossible’ is ridonkulous. Already with a fan base including Chris Martin and Will Smith, the first episode has him levitating Matrix-stylie, throwing mobile phones into empty beer bottles and walking on the River Thames... ON the River Thames!!
After watching an episode of Dynamo's magic with me, my Father decided he must be from another planet… And I tend to think this could be the only reasonable explanation.