My fashion week started off somewhat disappointingly, after one drink too many on what started off as an innocent Friday night, me and my girl Mercedes found ourselves doubled over on Saturday morning feeling very sorry for ourselves. I subsequently missed 3 shows in a row - arriving just too late to Somerset House to take my seat at John Rocha. Oh well, there’s always next season - although I did wish I saw the girls toppling over on the runway at Betty Jackson (what with Burberry that does seem to be a new trend this season). However I did make the most of my day (and my press pass) by wandering around the exhibitions where I saw some amazing pieces and spoke to the lovely designers – watch this space for posts.

Tuesday was more successful, I quick marched in my towering wedges from work down Wardour to the Vauxhall Fashion Scout venue of LFW for the Krystof Strozyna show. Suprisingly I made it on time – unsurprisingly team Strozyna was not. The show (followed by a short film of a girl with a flower…?) was a fusion of bodycon and draping. Pastel colours signalled a fresh (if somewhat unoriginal) move into the Spring. Swathes of ivory and lilac fabric encased in bone lace and sheer fabrics. Favourites included an androgynous reversed tuxedo with cigarette pants and a draped front tunic. All in all, the collection appeared somewhat flat, however the fluorescent lighting in the gallery picked it up a bit.

[photos by moi]