|Pink power: art student Amy outside the British Museum|
|and the Grayson Perry exhibition inside|
Just outside the British Art Museum, art student Amy was clutching some grey leather to transform some pumps into unicorns complete with horn and mane. She calls her style "part fantasy, part Harajuku gone mad.... and all pink" Her lace-up boots "from some market somewhere" and her tiara: "Oh I didn't even realise I was wearing one!"
Photos from London Fashion Week showed off-duty pictures of models wearing their boots with denim cut-offs. Funnily enough the rest of the population declined to expose their bare legs.
|Alexa Chung at London Fashion Week via|
That good-natured couldn't-give-a-toss-about-the-matchy matchy has also seeped into the restaurant decor as evidenced by The Zetter Townhouse in the cobblestone streets of Clerkenwell. This is where I met Kate, my Kiwi friend. At the Zetter you feel you are dining at the home of your eccentric old aunt, with a stuffed kangaroo peeking out from the corner, worn winged-back chairs, wafer-thin cocktail glasses and mis-matched plates.
|The Zetter Townhouse via|
|Boots with everything: Kate at home before heading out|
|Teen High stars in Hyde Park|
I was meeting my old journo friend Catherine, who used to be a health editor for magazines and has now set up an ingenious new website called School Guru, which ranks schools. She, her husband and two boys have left London for a more peaceful life on the sandy beaches of the Isle of Wight where they are remodelling an old guest house.
|Catherine in Leon's|
Back in Queensway, I had dinner with my old old boss Anne and her family. Anne told me that the hot new cuisine in London is American BBQ, sliders and pulled pork. Anne is now editor of The Times' property and money sections. She had just written about duplexes in Belgravia selling for 46.5 million pounds. Generally I found the flat prices in west London more than double what they were ten years ago.
|The Belgravia duplexes, via|
|Anne in her faux Astrakhan and snowboots|
Anne is that increasingly rare creature in media; a top-rated journalist who is also kind and decent. We ate in one of the excellent chinese restaurants off the reassuringly still-scungy streets of Queensway, the last hold-out against gentrification. I forgot to ask Anne how she's kept her cherubic looks; I assumed there's an aging portrait in her attic...
|Emma in Portobello Road|