LFW S/S '12 Day 3 - 125 MAGAZINE
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LFW S/S '12 DAY 3
Sunday morning… newspapers in bed, fresh OJ, a stroll along the river… think again. Up at 6.30 for urgent re-painting of fingernails, mass consumption of coffee, re-styling of hair and organising of hectic schedule. Today I had shows dotted all over London and nothing seemed to sync timing-wise, so I did something I’ve never done before in my entire life, something I’ve been very harsh with friends on over the years and which I am certain they will now taunt me with for the rest of my life… I put a pair of flats in my bag. I know. My grandmother is spinning in her grave. First stop, Margaret Howell, another whose woman I one day hope to be but probably won’t. Pure and simple are the first words that spring to mind. Pyjama stripes, preppy collars, three-quarter length and somewhat flared chinos and skirts along with a few more tailored. Navy, mushroom, white, cornflower blue with the occasional pop of red, classic gabardines and a superb yellow fisherman’s mackintosh. This was less summer on the Riviera and more summer in Salcombe. Now listen Mulberry, as much as I admire your clothes, must we see dogs in them? I mean, for the love of champers, they’ve got coats already. Aside from that and my particular aversion to making animals into accessories the collection was stunning. A muted Neapolitan palette with those see-themeverywhere-at-the-moment floor-length transparent skirts, more wedges (happy feet), sports-wear (anyone would think it was the Olympics or something) and, my favourite, gold. Of which more later. Bridgette Bardot lent her hair and the whole thing just dripped with glamour and luxury. Mulberry girls, I hope you’ve got doggy bags and poopy-scoops in those handbags. Back at Somerset House, Holly Fulton was getting underway. Huzzah! The 60s! Bugger off 80s, I never liked you anyway. Art Deco, architecture, geometry, more bell sleeves, ancient Greece, yellow, orange, umber, Mucha, zebra and a touch of 70s, sky blue and some striking swimwear supporting the best bottom I’ve seen in a very long time. Now, that bottom was either super human, or its swimwear was doing something very special too it. If you were there, you’ll know the bottom I’m talking about and if you weren’t, well… try and picture it. With 20 minutes to get to the Topshop venue I jumped onto the press bus, which then took half an hour to negotiate the traffic. I was this close to jumping on a Boris bike. Thankfully Anna Wintour was late so we were granted clemency. Now for my second admission of the day.... I was so transfixed by Anna Wintour’s incredibly toned arms that I forgot to watch the show. Sorry about that chaps. All I know is that gold plated hair is going to be huge next season. But seriously, I love gold, it suits me far more than silver and I know it’s not been cool for ages but the change in attitude towards gold looks set to continue in S/S ‘12.
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Jayne Pierson had me trek all the way from Waterloo to Old Street next and I was tired and hungry and bored of fashion shows (heaven forbid) when I got there, but this show turned that around the moment the first model walked. It was a collaboration with The Royal Ballet (styled by Olivia Pomp using the same dancers as featured in the new issue of 125) and the dancers walked with model struts but en pointe, interspersing the walk with beautiful choreography. It was great to see something with a bit of theatre too it and the dancers movements showed off the collection very well, although I was a little too distracted by them to appreciate the clothes fully I think. What really caught my eye were the moments when the choreography highlighted the features on the garments, such as the final lift, which made the strands of knotted raffia fly out. Mesh, which has been a big story so far, was really in its rightful place here, showing off some incredible dancer physiques.
28/10/2011 11:48