Laura Craik on Bee Shaffer's wedding and the trouser suit

Recently, there was a story about 23 contestants on a reality TV show called Eden, who were left to fend for themselves for 12 months on the remote Scottish peninsula of Ardnamurchan. Unbeknown to them, seven months of their hardship were for nothing: the show was cancelled after four episodes due to poor ratings. How people laughed.

Not everyone has your best interests at heart. How to separate the baddies from the goodies, though? It’s a question on everyone’s minds. Baddies = people who wang on about problems but never offer solutions; don’t like crisps or dogs; only post pics in which they look good but all their friends have double chins; never get out the stool to put away the things stored on tall shelves; ‘hate’ Victoria Beckham because ‘she never smiles’; use their money to buy more crap they don’t need but have never donated to a JustGiving page; put their jackets on five front-row seats at the most perfunctory of school plays and insist all their relatives sit next to them; say ‘I’m not a racist, but…’; think JK Rowling is an annoying leftie; overuse the word ‘snowflake’; don’t tip in restaurants; tell people to #StayStrong, then stay in their own postcode for the next three months so they don’t have to go on the Tube.

Goodies are less easy to identify, mainly because a million tiny acts of kindness can pass under the radar in a way that one nasty act tends not to. But when something bad happens in this city the goodies surface in droves, outed by their own, unpremeditated kindness. It’s the doctor running to save lives, the policeman giving his own, the passer-by stopping to help the injured. No, not everyone has your best interests at heart. But in London you will find that most people do, if given the chance to prove it.

FASHION MERGER

I love a good wedding. Alas, my friends are more at the divorcing stage. Which is probably why I love other people’s weddings even more. Any wedding will do unless it involves Tom Cruise because that’s probably not going to end well. Happily, Bee Shaffer’s wedding does not involve Tom Cruise, so we can all relax and watch it unfold on Instagram unless she sells it to Hello!, which Shaffer won’t because that’s not the sort of thing the daughter of Anna Wintour would do. Shaffer’s fiancé is called Francesco Carrozzini because, let’s face it, he was never going to be called Steve Butt or Gary Waddle. Francesco Carrozzini is a prince’s name, and the groom is fashion royalty, like Shaffer. Unlike Steve Butt, Carrozzini will have no qualms about taking on the most terrifying mother-in-law in the western hemisphere: his mother is the late Italian Vogue editor Franca Sozzani, who was one of Wintour’s dearest friends. Will the bride wear McQueen? Place your bets.

SWISH IT UP

Tempting as it may be to wear a bulletproof vest or a metal breastplate these days, there are other types of armour which are more subtle, more workplace-friendly and more chic — such as the trouser suit. As always, the devil’s in the detail: trousers should be wide-legged and whoops-a-daisy long, aka: so long that you’re almost (but not quite) in danger of tripping over them. Edie Campbell nails it in her powder-blue Bella Freud, as does Kate Moss in her patterned one. Wine optional, although given the length of your trousers, not advised.

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