Hallelujah and heavens to Betsey Jackson, what a night. Your humble Fashion Priest found himself within Holy Water-sprinkling distance of Gaga backstage at milliner Philip Treacy's show and made her Ladyship laugh by suggesting her Minnie Mouse ears were taking the Mickey. I was immediately admitted to the Haus Of Gaga's innermost circle, spent the small hours educating the Little Monsters in the way of the Lord and am now resident in-Haus chaplain - complete with cassock made of meat. But no rest for the wicked - in the street slang sense, obv, not the moral.
Pilgrims, onward with the penultimate day of LFW...