Bllack: Rock, poker-straight hair, leather, gathered hems, drape, attitude, houndstooth, sportswear
What they wore at Noir:
Voguettes in biker boots, Erin O’Connor in cowboy boots
What they wore at Kinder Aggugini:
Margiela trousers, silk neckerchief
What they wore at Margaret Howell:
Riding boots, last season’s Gap ankle boots, beige trench coats, loafers, quilted Chanel bags
What they wore at Basso & Brooke:
Chloe boots (the real ones), bow ties, badges, mongolian fur
What they wore at Peter Jensen/Ann-Sofie Back:
Gucci boots, straw boaters, patent lace-ups, black, denim shirts, neon nails
“I recently invented a drink called Vodka Melon Slush. I blitzed up a cantaloupe melon with vodka and snow from my garden. Delicious!”
Stephen Jones, ES Magazine
If I have to choose between a kissy-kissy, champagne-and-red-carpet, fashion week soiree and a scuzzy East London beer-fest, the scuzzy option wins every time. London does ‘gritty’ much more convincingly than posh somehow. Matt Irwin’s private view for his Punk Perfect Awful exhibition was just that – messy, gritty, noisy and silly (Like, hello, what was Geri Halliwell doing there?!). Fashion-wise, it was a complete fur-fest, accompanied by short skirts, fancy tights plus a smattering of distressed, nay, distraught denim. Excellent!
