Matthew Williamson SS15.
Westminster, London Fashion Week
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I look out the window and can tell right away that it’s blazing hot outside. The bellhops must be used to it—they scurry around like nobody’s business. And should they—just look at all that luggage. I tried to book upper class but all of the incoming flights were sold out, and let me tell you, it wasn’t a fly over the park in coach! But did you see the women disembarking from the gate? Such pizazz, such colors! I’d bet my life savings that this is going to be greatest weekend in the history of summers. Just imagine them—every one of them—down by the pool at the hotel tomorrow in the late afternoon, stretched out over the pool chairs with their reflectors, margaritas by the cabana, the pool boys in the corner whispering their naughty appraisals amongst each other with the widest of grins. I just hope the queue at the grill isn’t ridiculous. It’s going to be the greatest weekend in the history of summers.