And now, a note from our Fashion Correspondent at London Fashion Week, Camilla Morton:
Sunday came and yet the pace showed no sign of slowing up – quite the reverse. With a shrunken space on the schedule this season London has to pack them in – early starts – late finishes. I might be forgiving the dark shades by the end of the week.
It was a nice sunny, yet chilly, day when I hit the fashion beat. The morning had been taken up with reality. The leak in my roof paired with my friend and I getting the wrong time on our Christopher Kane ticket meant we weren’t fully front row till Krystof Strozyna. And yes – I did have to type this name very slowly. One of the things that makes London so brilliant is the New Gen sponsorship by TOPSHOP, and the ON/OFF. These enable names that might not be able to show that flounce of taffeta or strut their stuff like the big houses do – but what they lack in finance often make up for in ideas.
Strozyna was not a name I had been aware of – until the Browns shoe launch. In a bathe of air kisses and hugs the PR assured me Carine Roitfeld was going mental for it. Well surely, that was endorsement enough? I climbed the stairs to the Science Museum not knowing what to expect. A white washed mini-me runway with trendy types, Flock of Seagull style shaved hairdos, spikes, and rubber pants, and lots of Goth black eyeliner, eyed the front row. There was also Natalie Massenet of Net-A-Porter, Vogue UK, Harper’s Bazaar UK, Browns, and enough front row familiars.
Hmmm.
But you snooze you loose – I was still dilly dallying as to where I would squeeze. Then, 4 minutes after its start time began the lights, trendy techno music, action. The looks were short, graphic, and sculpted. Black lips, black mesh, black minis, neon pink, plus a denim jacket made up of patches and pearls. A bold start into the unknown.
