London Fashion Week is going strong, and todayâs runways included a strong case for making lettuce heads an accessory from Molly Goddard and ruffles as a key part of any look, via David Koma. Most impressive, though, was Riccardo Tisciâs first showing for Burberry, which featured the perfect unison of bucket hat,âŚ
In recent years, the feminist slogan t-shirt has been more popular than it has in decades and is also a perfect symbol of the defanging number that capitalist girl-power has done on the idea of feminism (again). It has caused me, personally, disproportionate distress over commodification and intent and philosophy andâŚ
Scottish fashion wizard Christopher Kane is one of many reasons why London is consistently the best week of Fashion Month, and he has caught our attention yet again with a sex-themed fall collection that includesânaturallyâa very sensual pair of bouncy orthopedic shoes.
Above, you can see me stomping into the club, eyes shielded, hair firmly tucked inside the stiff striped cloth of a hat shaped like bow-tie noodles. The crowd parts, agog at my elegance, my sensuality, my ability to walk without eyesight while balancing a large sculpture on my head. âThank you, Mulberry,â I whisper,âŚ
Ahhhhh is the sound of clothes, relaxing. There is no better remedy for New York Fashion Week, which is the event equivalent of a clenched butt, than London Fashion Week, which is more like a popper. It started out strong with a presentation by Shrimps, the ethical, faux-fur-focused label started by Hannah Weiland,âŚ
Fashion shows, at their worst, are a slog, particularly if the runway is lackluster. What âtheyâ (The Man) donât tell you so much is that getting to and from a fashion show is often much longer and more complicated than the actual show, never mind actually getting inside and finding your seat amid a scrum of peopleâŚ
Perhaps you recall last seasonâs London Fashion Week when Christopher Kane, the visionary designer of a million non-basic galsâ fashion dreams, introduced jewel-encrusted Crocs that not only high-lowâd the reviled footwear but gave them, perhaps, a little healing crystal aura for your tootsies.
Winter in many areas of the Northeast has turned our bodies the same temperature as our hearts, even indoors where insulation in the workplace is oddly lacking. Sweaters are our only respite in these conditions, even if it includes fantasizing about the cozy, aesthetically wild looks coming out of London MenâsâŚ
While weâre all perpetually wondering how to achieve the most perfect cat-eye, Sophia Webster posed a far more advanced question in her â60s girl group-inspired Spring â17 presentation for London Fashion Week. If the cat-eyeâs just a catâs eye, what kinda eyeliner does the cat wear?
Ashish Gupta, the Delhi-born British designer whose taste for sequins has defined both his runways and the ever-increasing sparkliness of pop stars and style mavens, is perpetually one of the most interesting runways at London Fashion Week.
London Fashion Week is well on its way, yâall, and it has been gorgeous as always. Roksanda, helmed by Serbian-born London-based designer Roksanda Ilincic (she designed Melania Trumpâs white RNC dress, although Trump bought it off Net-a-Porter; Michelle Obama and Kate Middleton have also worn her designs) put out aâŚ
Ashish Gupta, whose immersive sequin obsession consistently lands him as the favored go-to designer for party girls with a cool streak (Charli XCX sat front row), celebrated iridescence and bright nightlight hues in a surprisingly simple collection at London Fashion Week.
London Fashion Week has emerged, like a beautiful butterfly, out of the sea of (sorry!) drab bullshit that NYFW hath wrought. Two collections, by House of Holland and Mary Katrantzou, respectively, invited a sense of lighthearted theatricality that was just... god, such a relief!
Sarah Burtonâs latest fantastical collection for Alexander McQueen invoked, at least in spirit, the legends in Game of Thrones, its gestures towards medieval mythologies gleaming through in silvery unicorn appliquĂŠs on delicate lace and romantic, papillon-festooned boudoir jackets. Despite the lilting nature of theâŚ
Some fashion shows, you get the feeling that the poor models are having the worst time of their livesâand worse, that looking that way was an artistic direction from the designer. Not so at Ashish, my favorite designer ever, who today showed his signature sequin-candy creations at London Fashion Week with someâŚ
Since we last met, London Fashion Week flossed for several more days and ended and now itâs Milan Fashion Week. But who cares about stupid Milan because yâall, there was so much great shit in London.
It was just a year ago that Karl Lagerfeld sent models down the Chanel runway in a âfeminist protest,â carrying picket signs with dumb slogans like âBe Your Own Stylistâ that meant virtually nada other than co-optation for a trend. And it was just Sunday that Dame Vivienne Westwood, who has spent a good amount of theâŚ
Nooooow weâre talking. Every fashion month, London Fashion Week is like the fun prize we get for sitting through New York Fashion Week (or, alternately, like the party youâre allowed to go to after youâre finally excused from dinner with your parents). Of course thereâs greatness and lovely ideas at NYFWâfor Spring,âŚ
