After the frenzy of the previous nights GQ and Anna Della
Russo party (in which we spent a large proportion of the night stalking the
Vogue editor around the Groucho club) a 9am start was a jolt to the system.
The day started with Christopher Raeburn, whose signature
line of outerwear continued to impress with map prints and shots of red.
Having picked up the Twizy from its slumber, we drove to J.W
Anderson, who always pulls a good crowd with his subversive collections and this
season didn’t disappoint. Many would have baulked at the designers collection,
which included frilly shorts and tube tops in shades of grey, camel and navy
teamed with riding boots. We know a lot of folk will baulk at the idea but we
were thrilled with each piece that came down the catwalk, even if some of the
collection did look like J.Dubs had raided Posh Spice’s 90s wardrobe.
Shaun Samson’s collection followed soon after, offering a
new twist on his already well known oversized tops and shorts this time in a
sombre colour palette of grey, green and black. Though not without a touch of
sparkle, thanks to his iridescent puffa jackets.
Katy Eary offered her own take on streetwear and added a
much needed punch of colour. Hot pink floral prints on metallic fabrics,
neoprene tops and slim fit jeans.
The Twizy came in handy for tackling Oxford Street as we quickly
zipped north for a Christopher Kane presentation, a designer who can be relied
on for producing covetable items you’d sell your left arm for. We were
particularly taken with his Frankenstein print tees, fur leopard print detailing
and his chenille jumpers. Yes chenille! Buy in bulk!
Matthew Miller closed the day for us with another sombre
affair, models sauntered down the catwalk in suiting and jumpers with Born To
Fail emblazoned across their chests. Touches of red too.
By this point we were ready for a long nap, Twizy had earned
a much needed rest and so had we.