You have no idea how much I wish I could accurately portray my experience of LFW in one perfectly written up post in the most eloquent way possible, but being the wordy chap that I am, I'm just gonna have to do split this up in chapters. Generally speaking, my days at London Fashion Week was an assortment of dashing back-n-forth from shows, honing in on street style worthy candidates, exhibition browsing, awkward interviews with foreign networks, much needed press lounge getaways, and the hourly espresso shot which by the way comes in sorbet form too. I'll do a dedicated post of what I wore to LFW, but for now, I'm really trying to let the caffeine get out of my system and edit the best pictures out for all you image hungry fashion-eaters. Arghh, my heart is still racing at 12:13am and not in a good way. If I take just one more sip of any caffeinated beverage, we're gonna have an Uma Thurman Pulp Fiction moment here.