I wore… Hat: Vintage, Jacket: All Saint, Jumper: Zara, Shirt: Whistles, Boots: Hobbs, Bag: Mulberry
The last day of London Fashion Week is usually a fairly bittersweet affair. On the one hand you’re sad that the bonanza of shows, parties and endless mingling is about to be replaced with an unwelcome return to reality. On the other, your toes are swollen, limbs aching, head throbbing and the idea of spending the next few days lounging around in your pyjamas has never been so attractive. Well there was none of that for me this season as after my final London show I would be dashing home to grab my oversized suitcase and head to the airport to catch my flight to Milan. But I still had a couple of London shows to go before embarking on my Italian adventure and first up was David Koma. I’ve always been a big fan of David’s but this season he well and truly knocked it out of the park with a collection that fused his trademark bodyconscious, futuristic style with influences as diverse as ancestral portraits, 1920’s menswear and Louis Icart’s Art Deco paintings. Wool, fur and silks were combined with technical fabrics in a palette of stark monochrome shades and dark blues, olive greens and plum tones before erupting into another glittering finale. Sleek and structured silhouettes were juxtaposed with Victorian inspired ruched draping and distinctive, high collars made for fierce femininity with an androdgynous twist. The collection was less overtly sexy than David’s previous offerings but all the more alluring for it.
It is a truth universally acknowleged that fashion shows never, EVER start on time. Well by Day 5 of London Fashion Week you’re lucky if they start within 45 minutes of what it says on the schedule. After David’s show I legged it out onto The Strand in the home of dashing across town in time to attend the Anya Hindmarch presentation which was supposed to have started 15 minutes previously. Suffice to say I didn’t make it and ended up spending an hour sulking in Starbucks (every cloud, eh?) before heading back into the BFC Tent for my last show of the season, Holly Fulton. Minimalism all well and good but personally I can’t help but feel that fashion should fundamentally make you happy or quite frankly, what’s the point of it? Well it’s impossible to leave one of Holly’s shows without a grin on your face that would make the Cheshire cat look sullen and that is one of the many reasons why I adore her. It was another very late starter but I was happily ensonsced in the “blogger block” with Ella of Coco’s Tea Party, Tala of MyFashDiary and Danielle of Fashionista Barbie so didn’t mind one bit. According to the show notes Holly would be “chanelling a little bit of Lady Chatterly” for AW12 and that is precisely what she did. Think Lady of the Manor meets lady of the night with classic silhouettes in super bright shades of pink and blue featuring exotic, graphic prints and deco glam detailing. Silhouettes may have been demure, but the attitude of the show was raucous. Cute, collarless jackets, simple separates and chic cocktail dresses had been re-worked Fulton style with lashings of feathers, perspex, PVC and oodles of eye-popping embellishment. Polo necks and pencil skirts have never looked so covetable and once again I found myself declaring this to be my favourite show of the week.
After that it was time to make a mad dash home to try and cram working, packing and maaaaybe catching up on an episode of Gossip Girl or two before my car arrived to whiz me off the the airport. It had been a fantastic, exhausting, exhilerating five days but fashion week certainly wasn’t over yet.
Love Ella. X