This lunchtime I nipped to the opening of Louis Vuitton Maison on Bond Street. Wow. Razzy meets refined, it is a three-floor Mecca of gold, Corian, exotic woods and glass. With moving shelves that reveal hidden handbags, scarves displayed as artwork, avant garde installations and domes glittering with lights, the architecture is as impressive as the merchandise. While we nibbled wild miniature mushroom volovants and spoons of burrata with roasted tomatoes, I spied some one-day wedding shoes and my colleague Corrie fell in love with a monogrammed picnic trunk. But our favourite bit was the installation of incredibly dressed mannequins, with bags as heads, styled by Katie Grand. Brings a whole new meaning to the term bag lady. Love, love, love.
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