London Fashion Week SS15 highlights: Day 5
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…
I noticed endless Westwood influences at LFW. From Christopher Bailey’s waisted denim jackets, to J W Anderson’s oversized lapels and pinstripes, the references just kept coming. Meadham Kirchhoff held a street casting for their show earlier in the week that I would have loved to go to, just to check out who turned up. The show was full of a diverse array of models who really brought the already-interesting clothes alive and brought to mind the 1980s ‘World’s End’ shows that Westwood used to produce with Malcolm McLaren – I’ve been thinking a lot about those lately. Meadham Kirchhoff’s messaging was a big F-you to society’s intolerances. By all accounts it was an emotional outpouring which I’d like to have witnessed first hand. Alas, it was the same ‘it’s a small venue’ story as with many shows last week…
For the grand finale, Vogue and J Crew threw a very special end-of-LFW cocktail party at Winfield House, the American Ambassador’s residence in London, that’s slap bang in the middle of Regent’s Park. How did I not know this existed? I have never seen anything like it, each room as perfectly styled as a Ralph Lauren photo shoot set, with antique furniture, Degournay wallpapers, abundant floral displays, stacks of coffee table books and astonishing contemporary art at every corner. (We may have taken turns to pose at the dressing table in the ladies…)
Practicing my best Blue Steel with The Very Simon G
The final punctuation of LFW came with the Harrods Shoe Heaven party. I’ve just published my dedicated post for this epic new shoe department, but it was super-fun, not least because there were ‘civilians’ mingling with the fashiony types and mobbing the likes of Jourdan Dunn for selfies. I wore my new Charlotte Olympia Monroe 120cm heels which were identical to the ones Charlotte Dellal herself turned up in – shoe twins!
Impressed to note that Mark Ronson djs with actual vinyl
Please notice how my Charlotte Olympias come with their very own ‘Polaroid’ sticker for OCD types to affix to the front of the box…
[Catwalk images: GPS Radar/Disneyrollergirl/BFC]
