TRUE BRIT

Alexander McQueen and Vivienne Westwood aren’t exactly sticks in the mud — far from it, in fact — but partygoers didn’t have them to thank for the round of big bashes that closed out London fashion week. It was the friendly invasion of Versace and Chanel that brought out the troops.
First Donatella Versace, with entourage, jetted in from Milan and took over the hip club Attica for the launch of her new fragrance. Versace lost a few friends by inviting guests in three waves — the elite to a dinner at 8 p.m., the slightly less important at 10 and the masses at midnight — but with new chums like Kate Hudson and old ones like Kate Moss, she can afford to be picky.
Chanel linked up with the new magazine Pop the next evening to celebrate its second issue. Luella Bartley dashed in from the British Fashion Awards in a red Chanel pantsuit and tweed vest to take her position as deejay. “I couldn’t wait to get here!” she cried. “I just want to play records.” Her sound? “Hip-hop, of course.”
Bartley turned up in the throng that gathered two nights later at Asprey & Garrard, which was celebrating its design collaboration with Jade Jagger. Mick Jagger, who’d spent the whole week partying, hid in a corner with his designer daughter. Bianca Jagger, meanwhile, paraded Jade’s designs like any proud mother.
“This is one of Jade’s,” she said, “and this, and this….” Her only regret was that she still didn’t have a bracelet. “It’s hard because I have incredibly thin wrists,” Jagger said, pulling up the sleeve of her YSL jacket. “They’re like a child’s.”