I feel like London fashion week is the weird cousin of fashion month.
You know, the eccentric one who shows up at Thanksgiving but who most people tend to ignore because they’re focused on the successful and beautiful members of the family that have mortgages and drink espresso.
For whatever reason, I get the feeling that most people don’t seem too jazzed about LFW. Most of the bloggers and writers who clogged my Instagram feed during NYFW wrote briefly (if at all) about the shows from a distance. The big celebrities seemed largely absent. It was almost like a quick break before gearing up for the grandeur of Milan and, of course, Paris.
Which is sad because I think London Fashion Week is by far the most unique. The designers are cool, urban, and maybe less-established than the big names at the other three cities. I don’t want to use the word “quirky” to describe the vibe of the shows because I hate that word, but it fits. London is edgy, blending the traditional British culture with funky punk-meets-street style.
Personally, not my scene. We all know I worship at the church of the turtleneck, and enjoy a good pilgrim loafer from time to time.
But from the art-as-fashion standpoint, London fashion week is a breath of fresh air and has such a strong identity that I wish it got more credit. So I’m doing my best with this (very brief) recap of LFW spring 2017.
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My first look at Topshop Unique was via Snapchat, and it was not a good first impression. All I saw were zebra prints and bright colours- the manifestation of most of my nightmares, missing only Donald Trump commanding a swarm of bees whilst cutting spaghetti with a knife (my nightmares are multi-faceted, ok?). But upon closer examination of the published photos, I saw a better side to the 80s. The shoes are cool, and I’m v into the big blouses and mini skirt combination running rampant on the runway.
Isa Arfen managed to strike a balance between eclectic and classic that is near inspiring. The bolder prints are balanced out in sleek, modern silhouettes; the more neutral colours come in funky futuristic styles. Everything is something I imagine I would wear were I to work at a particularly trendy law firm. Power-chic.
Emilia Wickstead is public enemy #1 of the cool grungy Londoner. She dresses Kate Middleton, for god’s sake. Her pieces are the stereotypically British lady’s wet dream. The feminine and light styles look like they should be worn exclusively by someone named Martha, who spontaneously says things like “God save the Queen!” and “I say, Reginald, have you seen my scone?”. They also look like they could be worn to bed, which I like because I outgrew my last pair of matching pajamas years ago and am all for real clothes that can be adapted to sleep situations.