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This post is a little late because I had so much post-LFW catching up to do.
Simone Rocha is a favourite for Londoners and has finely tuned her unique communion-chic aesthetic. I loved how the models’ heads were swathed in sheer, flower-scattered voiles. Also, those pink lace-ups… Continue reading
I could write a thesis-length post on Raf Simons and Sterling Ruby’s epic joint AW14 collection, but I won’t. Instead I recommend you read all about in Tim Blanks’ Style.com report. Or just enjoy the pictures. Suffice to say, the conceptual art student is alive and kicking on the catwalk and if you love collage, Pollock-meets-Clash paint splatters, Lichtenstein primary colours and provocative wordplay, then it’s all here for ya, wrapped up in dun-coloured cashmere and nubby tweed. Continue reading
If you follow enough fashion movers and shakers on Twitter or Instagram, you have likely seen every piece from the V&A’s new fashion exhibition already. If not, Club to Catwalk: London Fashion in the 1980s opened last Wednesday and is well worth your attention. For those who lived through the 80s and early 90s, it’s a nostalgic meander down memory lane, but I think it will have more value for 21st century kids who want to experience the creativity and fabulosity of those hedonistic times.
Arranged on two levels, the ground floor displays some of the gems by celebrated British catwalk designers including John Galliano, Wendy Dagworthy, Antony Price and Michiko Koshino. The opening display case features the very same inflatable Mic
This mezzanine serves up a more contextualised display of 80s clubwear. There are outrageous swastika-print tops (by Rachel Auburn, loaned By Kim Jones), bodysuits with phallic protrusions (designed by James Montgomery and routinely worn to Tesco’s by its owner) and the sophisticated body-con dresses that managed to leave somethinhiko Koshino jacket currently hibernating in a trunk under my bed – a fine example of the theatrical pieces worn not just to clubs but for everyday peacocking. The ‘Club’ focus is up a flight of steps, which you ascend to be greeted with a mirror asking the legendary phrase ‘would you let you in?’ (This genius touch is in reference to the oft-quoted line doled out at the velvet rope to unfortunately attired clubbers by Philip Salon/Leigh Bowery/Trojan/Steve Strange – delete according to who’s telling the tale…)
Right, now that Vogue Festival is out of the way, the next Vogue event to diarise is the Met Gala, coming on 6th May. Especially if you’re a celeb-loving fashion fan. The red carpet arrivals at the Costume Institute benefit will be livestreamed next Monday at 7pm EST on the Moda Operandi, US Vogue, Samsung and Metropolitan Museum of Art websites. Continue reading
I unearthed this
old vintage Vivienne Westwood Swatch from my archive (AKA a dusty trunk in the bedroom) yesterday to photograph it for a project. When I mentioned it on Twitter it created quite the buzz, possibly because I discovered people are now listing ir for £300+ on Ebay. My watch probably cost about £50 twenty years ago which I guess was still a lot of money ‘in them days’. But I would never sell it. In my eyes, this is a design classic – functional, beautiful and statement-making. I just need a new battery…
Did anyone go to Fashion Night Out? Wasn’t it a blast? I had so many things I wanted to go to, from checking out Lulu Kennedy’s ‘Honolulu’ at Liberty, to getting my nails did by Sophy Robson at Chanel, to
falling whizzing round Rupert Sanderson’s roller disco. In the event, I mostly got waylaid in various spots around Bond Street shooting the breeze with every blogger in town…
Rupert Sanderson was hilarious fun (but not so hilarious for poor Katie Chutzpah who sustained a fractured-elbow-shaped injury). Here’s a photo she took of me doing my best Olivia-Newton-John-in-Xanadu impression.
I loved Netaporter’s idea of a shoppable ‘window’ where punters could win prizes. Here’s my photo from London:
And finally, to Harvey Nichols’ fashion fairground, a complete madhouse of London’s craftiest designers customising FNO tees, bags and anything else in sight (J W Anderson even stuck Harajuku stickers on a Celine bag and someone’s boots). My Secret Tees looked great of course and the bids are already stacking up. Feel free to bid if you fancy winning a one-off tee from one of London’s coolest creatives. All profits to Kids Company – yay!)