I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

I confess, day one was a bit of a Gaussian blur. Sure, I’d been out during fashionweeks in the past (you know, out for groceries, out to take the trash out… LFW Day 1: Pick up dry cleaning) but to be on the front line where the designers’ fabric children march out to meet the world was a brand new experience, such a privilege. It took me a while to digest the circus outside the show tents – by circus I mean a troupe of entertainers: “dressed” and well-dressed, trendy and trendless, exhilarating and at times, hilarious. Oh in the best sense possible of course. These photos do absolutely no justice to what a fun fair Somerset House is during the day, if you’re in London feel free to pop down and see it for yourself; if not, you could give me a digital slap and next time I’ll get a grip and take more photos.

Oh yes, bumped into loads of bloggers similarly milking the scene – Platform Princess Jackie, Daniella from The F Blog, Aindrea from Fashionista du Jour, Jennifer from the Style Crusader, and of course the bubbly Jill from Street Style London who was bouncing around frothing up the place. Great to have met you, comrades.

Caroline Charles

Prim and proper, perhaps too mature for my underdeveloped self, but I imagine perfect for middle aged women or ladies in the royal family to be personally dressed by granny the Queen. One thing I noticed was that the models were gorgeous, and it looked as though they were made to smile on the catwalk, rare and surprisingly refreshing. (Well, I believe those pretty faces were made for smiling!)


Susie at work on front row, I is such a paparazzi.

Freemasons’ Hall; 14:15 Friday 19th

David Koma

Zig zags across the body and sharp tailoring throughout. Last season I remember him doing a lot of embellishments onto a plain canvas (LBD), this time he seems to have played with the canvas itself. (Although I do love the zip fastener embellishments swirling and creating sharp angles…)

Sorry for the half photos, this was the show where we waited so long and when I barely got in the models were already spilled out onto the runway. Thank God for zoom-lens or else there would’ve been a forest of heads, and then the catwalk, maybe. There were still so many people behind me if I remember correctly and they closed their doors right after I’d gone in. Can’t imagine what kind of a disappointment that’d have been for those behind me. Calling for better organization please.


Jena Theo

Something about the starting piece set the mood of a 1950s silent film for the entire show… then the pieces seemed to become more contemporary towards the end. Particularly loved the fluid draping and the layering of patterns on top of the drapes (4th photo).

BLA. I’m so knackered, spent the entire day on heels running back and forth shows; post about the crowd & scene tomorrow!

Screenshot from SHOWstudio Rodarte On-demand footage, Catwalk photos from Style.com

Florals? For Spring? Groundbreaking.” – Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada 2006)

But this is florals for winter, it’s definitely rebellious, if not groundbreaking. And sheer white leggings and dresses, all weighed down of course by heavy yarn collages and sheepskin jackets. Oh set aside whatever inspired this ethereal collection (sleepwalking), the bravery to bring out SS fabrics onto an AW runway, and making it work so agreeably, is so admirable. They all say this collection lacked the usual badass factor of Rodarte, but in my opinion this rebellion is their best form of badass yet.

Black? For Winter? Groundbreaking, I’d like to just say.

Knit coat, Chiffon bolero – Topshop Unique, Fringe bag, Pants, Jersey cardigan – Zara, Shoes – Loeffler Randall (Gift), Mint top – Shipley & Halmos for Uniqlo, Bikini Top – H&M, Nail Polish – Barry M
Photos by Susan Falkenas

Here’s what you need to do the next time you hardly hit the feathers slaving away at a bleak future: after final submission don’t go straight crashing into bed, go drink a harmless cocktail and WATCH AVATAR 3D AGAIN. I promise you won’t need the 3D glasses; you won’t even need much imagination. That, or spend £6.50 for a very deep yet somehow unsatisfying post-deadline sleep in a huge dark room full of strangers.

Photo by Brian Keith

You leave us with an immense gap, but thank you so much for your life.

If death makes us appreciate one’s existence more,
Lee Alexander McQueen (1969 – 2010) didn’t need to leave at all.