Not sure if it’s the disconnect between the featherweight models and the stodgy foods often seen backstage, or just the fact that I’m perpetually hungry during Fashion Week, but for the last couple of seasons I’ve been sneakily documenting the catering on offer. Something about the unglamorous reality of the backstage buffet is very intriguing though: no matter how upmarket the brand front of house, everyone is still fueled by crisps and instant coffee.
Also I just learned this week that I love coconut water, so I’m feeling a very strong sense of regret when I reflect on the many missed opportunities to fill up my bag with £1.50 a carton Vita Coco. You live and learn, I guess, you live and learn.
