London Calling

We hear that this year, the canny shopper isn’t heading to New York (so Celtic Tiger, dahrling). No, this year, it’s off to London for a spot of present hunting, followed by a slot at James Brown’s salon for a new do, Ciccone’s for antipasti and people watching (Michael Caine was dining on our last visit) and then, if you’re living it large, a sleepover at The Connaught. Definitely the last word in luxe. Those on a budget are booking in at 40 Winks, a micro boutique hotel that the fashion crowd adore. You know where to find us.

Frances Power, Contributing Editor