Well I couldn’t exactly do New York and not do London, could I!? Since I’ve been back a lot of people have asked my how different fashion week is in the two cities. It’s impossible to say exactly but I reckon that NYFW is more what you (or at least I) imagined fashion week to be like as a 14 year old dreaming of growing up to be Editor of Vogue. Glamourous and in-your-face with formidable black clad PRs, impossibly well-dressed women and flashing cameras every way you turn. It’s London Fashion Week, times ten. Let me put it this way, we had to show ID to enter the Alexander Wang venue, a demand us Brits would never dream of placing upon invitees. While New York did in some ways seem like the ultimate in fashion week fabulousness, returning home reminded me that London offers up its’ fare share of mega brands, international industry elite and sartorial spectacle too. Not to mention our stellar independent designer contingent (two words: Christopher Kane) which, quite frankly, is unsurpassed. But enough about that, here are a few of my favourite moments from this seasons shows, FROWS and of course, parties…
At long, long last I’ve managed to get my final fashion week diary up! Firstly, I apologise for the fact they’re tather more like essays than blog posts, but SO many notable things happened, collections showed and general musings needed to be shared that I struggled to keep them concise. Well, rest assured these next few will be short and sweet, just a few choice words and jealous-making snaps from my favourite fashion week parties. First up, Matches…
So finally we come to the last leg of my 12 day sartorial extravaganza. I’m not even going to attempt to count the numbers of shows I attended, glasses of champagne I guzzled, Starbucks lattes I drank or blisters I accumulated. Suffice to say, this time last week I was feeling achey, exhausted and ever-so-slightly pickled but of course, I’d happily do it all again tomorrow. Well maybe not tomorrow… Anyway, I digress. Enough reminiscing and back to the matter at hand, London Fashion Week day 5.
Skirt & Jumper: Boutique by Jaeger
Hat: American Apparel
Shoes: Kurt Geiger
First up was a show I had been looking forward to a LOT… Mulberry. As you may have gathered by now, I’m more than a little obsessed with the purveyor of gorgeous bags and just about everything else, so any chance to ogle Emma Hill’s delectable designs is an absolute treat. One of the many things I love about Mulberry is how each season they pick a theme and bedeck their venue, goodie bags and later showroom accordingly. For AW12 Hill looked to “Where the Wild Things Are” for inspiration and Claridges was transformed into a fairytale forest, complete with giant gold monsters. This time around the venue looked more like a fantasy, country garden than one of London’s smartest hotels thanks to grassy floors, luscious foliage and gnomes everywhere from the lobby to the ballroom and even the loos!
As I mentioned earlier, London Fashion Week day 4 was so jam packed with must-attend shows that attempting to cram all of them into one post just wasn’t going to happen. So picking up from where we left off this morning, after David Koma at Somerset House my fellow bloggers Ella Gregory of Coco’s Tea Party, Abi Marvel of AbiMarvel.com, Natalia Kanj of FiveFiveFabulous and I piled into a taxi to make for show number five, Christopher Kane. The combination of an extremely late start at David Koma and Central London traffic made for an extremely high stress journey across town. After all, Christopher Kane is undeniably one of THE most in-demand designers around right now so we’d all rather have risked life and limb making the journey on foot rather than miss his show.
In between debating whether or not it would be better to get out and run (it wouldn’t have been) and berating Christopher’s choice of venue (Marble Arch, really?) we somehow managed to make it just in the nick of time. A few minutes later all previous angst vanished on account of the vast, minimalist space in which we found ourselves, a skyline oasis boasting spectacular views of the city and instantly made the designer’s choice of location make perfect sense. Of course, we didn’t have long to marvel at our surroundings as they were soon overshadowed by what was on the catwalk.
There is always one day of London Fashion Week so intense, just looking at the schedule makes your feet hurt. This season, the day in question was Monday. With shows on the hour every hour from 9am sharp, it was going to be a long one, but luckily the designer line up was so spectacular that the inevitable bruised toes and aching limbs we’d all be suffering from by the evening paled in comparison to the sartorial delights in store.
Shoes: Massimo Dutti
Bag: Anya Hindmarch
Having spent the previous evening sipping, ok guzzling, champagne and the Whistles & TANK Magazine cocktail party before heading to Mahiki for an event hosted by Phil Oh, Derek Blasberg and Alexa Chung I wasn’t feeling at my most sprightly as I made my way to the Topshop Show Space, located in the beautiful Bedford Square. However my morning-after daze was soon obliterated by the kaleidescopic creations offered up by dynamic design duo, Peter Pilotto. You can keep your triple shot lattes and berocca, for a pick-me-up that packs a punch, PP style sensory sensations are where it’s at.