London Fashion Week: Day 4

To say Giles’ show was theatrical extravagance would be an understatement; a sea of crimson at Antonio Berardi.

As far as Fashion Week adventures go, this day is going to be pretty hard to top. It began with Peter Pilotto’s remarkable print dresses which took us on a journey through Indonesia, followed by Antonio Berardi’s devastatingly sexy ladies in red at the Queen Elizabeth Centre. Poor Christopher Kane, the wonder boy of the London fashion scene, gets so much expectation heaped upon him each season, that the pressure must be crippling. But once again he pulled it out of the bag with his twinkly show (think Cher Horowitz in Clueless meets Marcia Brady, doused in sparkles) which overlooked St Paul’s Cathedral.
After that, it was off to the Savoy for Erdem’s show which was so beautiful, I held my breath almost the entire time (these were exactly the kind of clothes I imagine one should wear to a garden party thrown by Daisy Buchanan in the Great Gatsby), before Burberry’s typically understated show in Kensington Park (not really: Christopher Bailey had erected an monolithic glass marque right in the shade of the Albert Memorial, with a shower of gold confetti replacing last season’s snow storm finale). Next was Todd Lynn, whose usual storm-trooping women had been replaced by softer creatures in oil-slick blue silk dresses.
And just in case we hadn’t had quite enough sartorial extravagance for the day, there was Giles Deacon’s feathered tour-de-force in the sweeping Royal Courts of Justice, before Temperley’s glamazons again took over the sweeping atrium of the British Museum for the most dramatic of Fashion Week finales.

A sea of pink champagne awaits after the Burberry show; Christopher Kane’s sparkly finale; the Great Gatsby at Erdem; glamour, Temperley style, at the British Museum.