It was an amazing venue and a fabulous doco-drama. Highly recommended if you've ever wondered what goes into the making of Vogue (and want a bit more realism than "The Devil Wears Prada" ).
It was all very civilised and chic until the last 15 minutes when the clouds opened and the somewhat glam audience was transformed into a sea of white plastic poncho-style raincoats.
I wonder what Anna Wintour would have done in the circumstances? Anything to prevent that trademark bob being reduced to frizz I'd imagine!?