Photographer: The brilliant Dvora of Fashionistable (So nice to finally meet her!)
Photographer: the very charming Marcus Dawes on behalf of LFW Daily
"Cometh the hour, cometh the man" - or I guess in this instance 'Cometh London Fashion Week, Cometh the blog posts'. Although within the fashion industry LFW has been and gone (that happened weeks ago sweetie!), I still felt that I had one last post on the subject of all things Somerset House...
First, above are two sets of photos by two great photographers, taken of the outfit I wore on the third day of London Fashion Week (technically my second day - I had a lightweight visit!) As you can see from the change in shoes, I wore my gentlemen's brogues to traipse to the venues, and then changed into a pair of Topshop heeled ankle boots later on.
Footwear aside, the rest of the outfit is comprised of my great-grandma's blue angora wool cardigan added to a handmade underskirt bought from a local vintage shop, and belted with a leather belt from a charity shop. The hat belonged to the same great-grandma (she liked her angora!), with a brooch from a flea market. I have on a pair of my 'mummy's scissors' (home made by me) and the bag is vintage. The faux fur jacket was from a charity shop.
The last photo was taken at the Mulberry party. One of my favourite things about London Fashion Week is how unpredictable it can be. You can turn up in the morning, never quite knowing what will happen. For example, when meeting up with the stunning, stylish and effervescent Bip, she asked if my mum and I were interested in going to the party. I would have (literally) jumped at the chance, but I was wearing heels, so instead I just nodded very enthusiastically whilst gulping down coffee.
Mulberry is probably in the top three shows I would love to attend (the phrase 'beg, borrow or steal' an invitation comes to mind), and I really admire the direction Emma Hill has taken the brand. So, after a long day, my mum and I found ourselves ordering a taxi for Claridges. The surreal feeling was only intensified by the incredible countryside themed props, from birds on branches to oversized toadstools.
Bip also has a younger sister, the gorgeous Evangeline, who is with Storm models. I am itching to turn my camera on the beautiful pair!
Finally, although the majority of my writing so far has been about people, the main reason for being there of course is the shows...
(photos by me)
(photos by me)
A Vauxhall Fashion Scout show that I enjoyed was Masha Ma, which combined elements of ladylike elegance (long skirts, tailoring etc) with a more provocative frisson - namely the red PVC boots. I thought the structure of these garments were amazing, sometimes with details resembling waves and ripples (the jacket above) or fanned book pages. I always admire collections where the quality of the craftsmanship is apparent.
As I was sitting quite far back, I could only take waist up shots of both shows - as demonstrated in the photos above!
As I was sitting quite far back, I could only take waist up shots of both shows - as demonstrated in the photos above!
A third highlight was the Osman show, which was the most colourful experience of the week, with intense blues, oranges, pinks and zesty citrus shades that were juxtaposed with more sombre and muted tones. The word "languid" kept popping into my head while watching the fluid movements of the fabric. My favourite look was the black cape-like addition to a dress, with a bright orange lining. It's like a Louboutin sole - the fact that it is sometimes hidden from view makes it all the more exciting. In fact, I was reminded that one of my favourite items when I was little was my great-grandma's black umbrella. When folded, it looked plain and austerely stylish, but once opened up, it revealed a canopy lining of blue and pink roses. I loved how unexpected it was - it made rain tolerable! I didn't have my camera with me to snap any shots, but I'm sure you all know where style.com is...
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