Fashion is always imagined as bitch central.
And what more likely place to diss and hiss than at the British Fashion Awards?
But although I heard a few catty comments and mutterings, the general mood was of sweet emotion.
I shall never forget the pride and joy on the faces of Terry and Tricia Jones, who discovered Edward Enninful and made him stylist at i-D at the age of 18. Now 42, he has grown into being a super stylist for W magazine.
I witnessed the tears of emotion backstage from Sarah Burton, the sweetest and most sensitive designer for Alexander McQueen; Kate and Naomi stepped in to support her.
I loved seeing Kylie flopping on a chair backstage – and then dancing down the podium.
David Beckham’s pride in Victoria’s award was almost as wide and open as the plunging back of her sweater.
A wonderful moment was when I presented the Special Recognition award for my dear friend, catwalk photographer Chris Moore, whom I have worked with for 25 years.
So many different emotions – but nothing to compare with John Galliano, first hesitant, then increasingly relaxed as he thanked Anna Wintour for being there for him in good times and bad when he presented her with her Outstanding Achievement award.
You could have heard a Swarovski crystal drop (and there were plenty of those on the tables) as Galliano was welcomed back into the fashion fold.