London Fashion Week – Day 2
Photo: Anthea Simms
Day two of the fashion frenzy and it’s time to bust out the Balenciaga. Sadly where Paris has Mr. Ghesquiere, London has Betty Jackson. Sorry Betty but if you want people to pay attention to your clothes, remove your hotter than hot son Oliver from opposite me in the front row!
Todd Lynn-whoop whoop-was next. With his impeccable tailoring this Canuck can do no wrong. And with his designs more suited to Fall Lynn was in his element. A sombre palatte of black dominated with sharp jackets and pencil thin pants with beaded fringed details. Once again collaborating with shoe maestro Christian Louboutin, this was a strong collection.
Next up was current ‘Head Boy’ of the london fashion class, Christopher Kane. AMAZING. Gorgeous soft pleating, organza and velvet. Once again Kane proved that the title of one to watch is not wasted on him. He develops season after season, retaining a commercial slant whilst never becoming another carbon copy of previous seasons or designers.
Kanye appeared yet again. Every fashion gal worth her weight has a Stalker don’t you know!?!
Whizzed through Richard nicoll, LFW upstarts Krystof Stroznya & Emilio de la Morena before PPQ.
One word. CHAOS. Held in what can only be described as a corridor, the thought of entering the throng to see the childlike creations they churn out seasonally, I decided to hop it to Cecconis for a pint & a pasta instead. Well, a glass of champs & a pasta. Seems like we weren’t the only ones opting out. The voguettes were there as were the great & the good of the European glossies.
Pasta scoffed & champagne quaffed we tottered out the door into our carriage to chauffeur us to Twenty8Twelve aka Sienna Miller & big sis Savannah fashion label. Whilst not being as fashion forward as Christopher Kane or Todd Lynn, the girls know girls like only girls can. Rock chic, cropped leather jackets, jewel trimmed tee’s & all jewel emerald dress, the wearability of this collection is what makes it desirable. And desire it we will.
No one amazing to speak of in the front row but a night of parties awaited. Five in total:
Stop one: MAC Cosmetics and Charlotte Tilbury. Makeup gifts galore, yippee!
Stop two: pink drinks in aid of breast cancer.
Stop three PPQ. I felt OLD! Good music. Bad drinks. I mean SHERRY!?!
Stop four, Christopher Kane. Hot sweaty, weird drunk man dancing in the corner. Great music, cooler than cool crowd. By far the best of the night.
Fifth & final: Twenty8Twelve. At new-ish nightspot Whisky Mist rubbing sholuders on the dancefloor with Ms. Miller and Matthew Williamson, my feet still holding strong in 5-inch Nicholas kirkwood heels. All good things come to an end however and as I kicked off my electric blue lizard skin stilettos in the back of a cab I sighed in contentment.
My fall fashion appetite sated……my London shows end here – photoshoot commitments, but it ain’t over. Milan, Paris here we come!