Showing posts with label London FW Fall 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label London FW Fall 2011. Show all posts

Fun Fashion Fact: British people love prints


Above centre: Erdem. Above left and right: Basso and Brooke.


Above: Jonathan Saunders


Above: Holly Fulton


Above: Louise Gray


British people love many things. Crisps, Kylie Minogue, a jolly good rogering, tabloid newspapers, fog. The list goes on. When it comes to fashion there's one thing they can't seem to get enough of: prints. Big, loud, eye-fucking prints. It's not like fashion designers from other countries don't do prints but no one does them quite like the Brits. They're batshit bonkers for them.

Oh and another thing Brits love. Custard.

A blemish free show at Acne...no wait...A spotless show at Acne...oh here's another...clean and clear for Acne



I loved this collection. I wasn't too hot on the leather jackets with the hem skimming belts. They somehow remind me of Lady Gaga who in turn reminds me of an 80's transgendered leather bitch. Not terrible, just not my cup of tea.
The shoes are beyond perfection. I love the nana socks too. Those silver brogues or whatever will somehow be mine....and somehow come in a men's size 10.

The Yung Gun in Lun Dun


You'll have to excuse my bollocky photoshop skills. I have a feeling it's somehow making the models look skinnier than they are. Except for the fat bitch on the far left. lol jk. No but srsly. 

This is the work of Thomas Tait. Here's what you need to know: He's under 25, Canadian, a Central Saint Martins graduate, looks like a sibling of Gareth Pugh and designs very smart, intriguing clothes. I believe this is only his second collection. The clothes look very controlled and I get a very mysterious element from the looks. Like perhaps these women aren't really human, they're maybe from a very distant super exclusive planet like Kim Basinger in My Stepmother Is An Alien. I fucking loved that movie. I like when she sucks the batteries and cooks all that food. I'm like, ugggg, why can't my mum be an alien too then I wouldn't have to eat Rice Risotto ever again. 
1988 was a good year for fashion. Who matches their dress with their hat and gloves these days? No one. And you wish you could wear black opaques with a mini and not look like a total slut.
Chinese flavour? WTF!!! Not cool Rice Risotto. Not cool.


Mary Katrantzou's Porcelain Babes



London fashion week is done and dusted. I'm gonna try and bang out a few more posts this evening. Milan has already begun with Gucci. Frida Giannini has predictably done the 70's yet again. It's nice I guess but it's like c'mon gurl get creative.

They say lightning never strikes twice but Mary Katrantzou has done it again for fall. This time the Home & Garden magazine interiors have gone from her spring collection and things are decidedly more bourgeois this time around. The structure and printing techniques are still there but wisely Katrantzou has added some flowing bias cut maxi dresses to show that not everything she designs has to be a flat billboard for photoshop printing wizardry.
My favourite piece is the curved corset with a print of a porcelain dish in the centre. It actually looks like the model stomach is a mini-oven and you could just reach in there and take the dish out.

Ya, I'm much totes jello


That's my friend Miranda subtly reminding me she was in London for fashion week. I asked if she stole locks of their hair and I'm waiting for a response.