Cara Delevingne's Favourite London Bars and Clubs
From the outside, this meteoric model's nocturnal habits resembles that of one of Bret Easton Ellis' protagonists; the endless parties and dark debauchery appearing to descend in infinite spirals taking various other beautiful people along for the ride. If you have a longing to insidiously envelop yourself within this riotous smart set then there are certain places that you should be. Contrary to popular belief, this fashion pack aren't as wildly experimental as you might think, rather, girls like Cara with the world at their feet tend to not leave their habitual haunts or stray an arm's length from their people. So get your anti-glad rags on, get set, and be ready to party at one of these exclusive venues in order to catch a glimpse of this tawny haired beauty.
Many things have been said about this mysterious, unphotographed crimson drinking dystopia, and while most of them are physically impossible and the rest unrepeatable, it is clear that the fetish tastes of the Box's clientele are directly in line with Cara's own wild side.
Mark Hix's culinary ventures attract the flocking of the fashion pack like a house party at Karl Lagerfield's, and this place is no exception. The only problem is how to distinguish Cara from the swathe of other beautiful blonde women inside. Oh yes, Cara is the only one wearing jeans and a hoodie.
What do you know? It's another member's club with enough celebs enjoying the raucous company of their similarly young, rich mates to launch its own gossip magazine, as if Cara didn't visit enough of those already. If only walls could talk, the Electric House's would have more than enough to say about our Cara.
A girl's gotta eat, and when Cara does, she eats sushi as delicately beautiful and internationally admired as her own chiselled features at Nobu. Practice your profile avec chopsticks pose and you might be in with a shot of passing her the soy sauce.
Now here comes a bar we can all get involved in; Jamboree doesn't seem to care who is sitting on its vintage furniture as long as they are ready to have a good time. So whoever you are, head down to this draped den of iniquity and party like you're the model of the moment with a Burberry campaign - for all the eccentric bartenders care you could be.
We all know that one day soon the blazing star of the Chiltern Firehouse will have fizzled out as quickly as it burst onto the London celebrity circuit, only to be spoken of in whispers of legends passed. And we also all know that when this day comes, we still won't have made the guest list.