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As New York Fashion Week wraps, so opens London Fashion Week, another 7 days of supermodels having to cover their midriffs for winter street cruising. We have already seen Lady Vicky Beckham surrounded by her massive fam bam showcasing her latest offerings; form fitting silhouettes, structured professional gear but this time with some flashes of animal print which I can get on board with. All of this, strutting out to the dulcet tones of a spice girls drag act. I am in heaven.
We are seeing some more political stances taking hold during LFW with campaigns focused on Brexit and the Grenfell tragedy making poignant messages. We also saw Vivienne Westwood showing her support for the #metoo movement by walking Rose McGowan on her runway. Her models gave speeches and read poems as she addressed just about every current affair, from Brexit, to climate change to sustainable design. As if I couldn’t love her anymore. I remember wandering through London’s west end many moons ago and coyly staring through the window of her store and being blown away by the Helena Bonham Carter-esque style of Victorian lace layered with modern bold colours, tartan prints and flowers hanging from the ceiling. Nowadays it is a little more neon, glass and stripped back interiors to let the clothes sing. I have always been more of a black on black with black accessories kind of gal, and only Vivienne Westwood could persuade me otherwise.
As London are hours behind us, I am watching and waiting to see Erdem’s take on modern femininity and am eager for the Shrimps show on Tuesday, an eclectic mix of hipster prints, colours and materials.