London Fashion Week round-up
Following the snooze fest that was New York, London Fashion Week seemed like a godsend. Sister by SIBLING kicked off the shows Saturday morning with a collection that generated a ridiculous but rather amusing story on MailOnline.co.uk about how fashion on the catwalk is only there to sell perfume. It would be interesting if they asked the designers of East London how much perfume they sell on a monthly basis.
Saturday evening, Rihanna paid London a visit to show her new collection for River Island. It was a riveting succession of denim cut-offs and tight floor-length dresses, and thank god there was lots of champagne and the party was lots of fun. (She didn’t sing, by the way, nor did she bring her charming boyfriend.) The next day, L’Wren Scott invited us all to lunch ‘n’ a show, which entailed sitting at banquet tables on each side of a catwalk whilst eating mini pork pies and drinking champagne. I loved it, especially because I can now confirm that Anna Wintour, Daphne Guiness and Mick Jagger all eat. Or maybe they just like pork pie a lot.
Later that day, Jonathan Saunders showed one of his best collections to date, and his sexiest as well. Through fifties silhouettes, jiggly boobs and cupless corsets, Saunders injected a huge dose of excitement into the season and everyone seemed much happier that night, which only continued when Christopher Kane showed his first collection under the financial rule of Francois Henri Pinault. Both Monsieur and wife Salma Hayek were in attendance, as was Donatella Versace, and with an eight segment presentation Kane proved that he can easily master a Paris-level collection. Rumour has it his show will move there as of next season, which will be sad for London but great for Kane.
Erdem is a total genius and I’ve always suspected all those floral prints were just a cover for something sinister. Monday afternoon he put on his darkest and blackest show to date, completely with the soundtrack from Psycho. It was awesome. Just as awesome as Meadham Kirchhoff, who rung out London Fashion Week on Tuesday with a collection that looked like something out of a wartime movie about nuns, or possibly Coco Chanel. There’s no way of knowing when it comes to the elusive duo and that’s why we love them. Similarly loved was Simone Rocha, who showed early Tuesday morning, and dedicated her collection to her Chinese and Irish grandmothers, which cemented the season’s granny chic element more than anything.