As anyone who works in fashion... Scratch that. As anyone who has so much as spotted a beautiful gown, handbag or other singularly exquisite, can't-live-without-it inanimate object in a shop window can attest, the industry has a funny knack for forcing even the most rational tethered-to-their-Mint-app types among us into conflating needs and wants. Exhibit A: “My favorite piece from the shoot today would inevitably have to be the beautiful poppy dress. I mean, it would be ridiculous if I didn’t say that poppy dress. It is a sensation. I need it," breathlessly enthused Poppy Delevingne, gazing out our car window. Again, real big emphasis on the need here, guys. After all, the Instagram captions practically write themselves—Poppy in poppies? C'mon. Delevingne, she of the perfectly raspy, sing-song, Kensington-born-and-bred accent, sun-kissed hair, lithe limbs and a host of other attributes that are impossible to list off without sounding vaguely stalker-ish.
In town for Fashion Week, we spent an afternoon with Delevingne over at the posh-not-precious Marlton Hotel, playing dress-up in a host of looks from the recent CHANEL couture show (a pastime you just sort of fall into when the aforementioned attributes apply to you). In between looks, the conversation naturally turned to favorite New York haunts, Poppy's first CHANEL piece (she still whips it out from time to time), what we could find in Delevingne's 2.55 on any given day and ditching face wash in place of good ol' fashioned H20. Oh, and, uh, drinking. As you do when it's the middle of fashion week and you're no longer what sure of what day it is. "I love American people, they’re charming. They make really good, really strong vodka tonics. They are really generous on their amounts, which is just really nice of them," laughed Poppy, juggling bar limes between takes. Yeah, that's sounding real good right about now.