And now, a note from our Fashion Correspondent at London Fashion Week, Camilla Morton:
Down to Covent Garden, where the flower market used to meet (how very “My Fair Lady”) the high-heeled warriors gathered for Luella. In a touch that could only happen in England, and only at Luella, tea ladies (see below) pushed trolleys round to serve the delicate a mug of tea and biscuits. The music was pumped up, the A-row packed in everyone from Kanye West to Nicole from Girl’s Aloud to a few rock-look starlets as well as Bob and his daughter Peaches Geldof. Peaches, at nineteen has already crammed more into her life than most triple her age, was there to shop. Best way to get over a recent break up. Dad seemed more interested in nursing his Venti Starbucks. Rockers are not morning creatures.
With Primal Scream’s Bobby Gillespie as Music Director, his partner, Katy England, show stylist, it was a very family affair for the Vogue writer turned designer. Heavy zips, oversized hook and eyes, tweeds, wools. Think country girl comes to London in the ‘80s to party in the big smoke. This was Luella’s biography in clothes as much as what hit the runway. Skirts were short, frilled, and flirty but with attitude. Perfect for Peaches, and her little sister Pixie - who liked it so much she was on the runway with her little white spiky hair. Their mum would be proud, dad was too, just maybe he’d be more vocal when the coffee kicked in.
