I wore… Shirt: Whistles, Skirt: Urban Outfitters, Bag: Mulberry, Boots: Hobbs
After weeks of outfit planning, ticket requests and weather-related panic attacks the moment we’ve all been waiting for has arrived! This very morning hoardes of impossibly well-dressed individuals descended on Somerset House for the London leg of fashion month. Whether or (more likely) not they’ll admit it, anyone attending the shows has undoubtedly devoted a LOT of time to concocting a series of stylish ensembles and I for one was pretty excited to take my carefully chosen togs out for a spin. Day 1 was a fairly leisurely 11am start for me, something for which I was extremely grateful having over-indulged somewhat at the Bjorn Borg bash last night.
First up was Corrie Nielson who’s sculptural, tartan confections blasted away the previous evening’s antics considerably more effectively than my triple shot Starbucks latte. Think Downton Abbey meets Alexander McQueen with exquisite tailoring and haute headpieces as far as the eye could see. Overall the collection was a masterclass in couture standard craftsmanship and avant guard elegance.
After a not-so-brief mincing session in the courtyard (anyone who pretends not to enjoy this aspect of Fashion Week is lying!) I popped out for spot of sushi with a few fellow fashion-weekers before heading back into the fray for show number two, Bora Aksu. On the FROW were Kate Nash, Hilary Alexander and Brix Smith-Start who sported this seasons hottest accessory (or is that dog-ccessory?) a black pug puppy.
Sharp silhouettes juxtaposed with delicate detailing and saccharine hues made for a collection that exuded feminine frivolity with a high-end edge. 1950′s influences were brought bang up to date with skillful texture play and blasts of super bright shades. The combination of austerity and opulence was bold but effective and quite frankly anything involving cute collars is a winner with me.
Next on the agenda was Maria Grachvogel, a show I was particularly excited about for a number of reasons: 1) Her SS12 collection was divine 2) I interviewed her just last week and 3) I’d been given my first EVER front row ticket to the show, something that almost caused me to faint with excitement when I opened the envelope.
Fashion shows tend to run to ever-so-slightly behind schedule and Maria’s was certainly a late starter but boy, was it worth the wait. It may have been held in The Savoy Ballroom, but even such sumptuous surroundings paled in comparison to the sheer beauty of this collection. As you may remember, Maria promised us Art Deco glamour with a sultry edge and she most certainly delivered. Gone were last season’s pastel prints and in their place came something rather more seductive. Super luxe metallics and shimmering satins in olive green and rich bordeaux were interspersed with tailored grey wool and mesmerizing digital prints. The collection featured chic separates, elegent evening pieces and some serious red carpet showstoppers, all polished, poised and executed with the upmost good taste. Much as I adored Maria’s offerings last season, I can’t help but feel these might just be her best yet.
After that I had to basically sprint up the Strand (no mean feat in 6 inch platforms) to make it back to Somerset House in time for the Felder.Felder show. Grace Woodward, Caroline Issa, Harold Tillman, Zara Martin and Portia Freeman all graced the FROW, further confirming the brand’s status as one of the hottest labels in London today.
What with my recent interview, and Elle Style Awards ensemble, I’ve been having a bit of a Felder.Felder fest of late and after seeing their show today, my crush might just turn into a full blown obsession. The mood was a little bit tribal kicking off with earth tones and soft metallics before moving on to eye-popping orange and some truly awe inspiring prints. The vibe was young, fresh and deeply covetable with a delectable mix of fabrics ranging from silk and chiffon to suede and shearling. Flirty shapes were toughened up with subtle studded detailing and I have to say, some of those dresses definitely had my name all over them.
By this point my energy was seriously starting to flag but there was one ticket left in my handbag and I certainly wasn’t going to let a little thing like fatigue keep me from using it. Having never sat on the FROW before in my life, I was thrilled to find myself there for a second time today as I waited for the Jean-Pierre Braganza show to begin. The collection was every bit as fashion forward as one would expect from the designer with sharp silhouettes adding edge to purple prints and a gothically glamourous finale. Strong, modern and darkly chic, Braganza provided a fabulous end to the first day of London fashion week and with that I promptly made for the nearest Starbucks.
Love Ella. X