I tried to be a fashionista at the GUCFS launch

The GUCFS launch was this Friday.

The location was top secret and the dress code was “to impress”, so I concluded I must try and be as fashionista-like as possible. Obviously.

I donned my false eyelashes and put on the highest heels I owned for this ultra glam event. My hair was already deemed useless for any “styling”, and thus was made big and more wavy than normal.

My attempt at being a fashionista involved ridiculous high heels and ridiculously big hair.

The location had been kept top secret with buses coming to collect us at the main gates at uni. Three buses and a very sweaty journey later we arrived at the venue: St Luke’s.

A converted church in the East End complete with complimentary drinks from King Bloom Cocktails (abso delicious), and we were all raring and ready to go.

My feet were sore already though.

The giant GUCFS signs at the back were not put to waste, with people using them as props throughout the night for their own mini fashion shoots.

After all, it was a fashion event.

One of the models working’ her angles, left, right, and centre.

Now was my chance to embarrass the models a wee bit and have them take photos with me.

Fair play to them – they played along, despite probably being very embarrassed.

Guy in pink shirt liked to keep his distance.

Fawning over models is apparently a thing I’m good at. Ps LOOK AT THOSE HEELS.

GUCFS had plenty of surprises lined up for us this evening, including some beautiful singing by Glasgow uni’s choir and the most incredible performance by an acrobat.

I think my mouth was open the entirety of her performance.

She’s really high up in the sky you know

Casually doing the splits, upside down, in the air. Just holding on with her feet. Casual.

Now was my chance to get photos of and with the committee members (aka the geniuses behind the event) and yet more models.

This beautiful gal next to me is head of marketing

And this is the wonder woman at the head of it all. Bow down bitches.

Model/Committee member sandwich. Work that pout.

Now, confession time. I ditched my heels.

About 3 hours in, I’d had enough. And I don’t regret the decision, though one model did inform me that I had failed as a fashionista.