Monday
was a busy day starting with Gaspard Yurkievich and his string quartet
and choir that led the models down the catwalk. After lunch we headed
over to Dior where models were transformed into Amazonian goddesses
with plaited hair that very much looked like the shape of a vase or an
urn. Biker jackets and corseted leather was seen alongside a summery
citrus palette, all with a tribal/ethnic mood seen in gold jewellery
and shoes, that looked to be emblazoned with Amazonian Goddesses.
We then
rushed off to Isabel Marant where Americana was the theme du jour in
patchwork quilts, checks, cowboy boots, denim jackets and the Kim Wilde
‘Kids in America’ soundtrack that boomed throughout. The girls seemed
to enjoy strutting down to the popular tunes-my favourites being Anna S
and Lara Stone. Later on, shocking brights in tailored silhouettes made
a refreshing break to the afternoon with Antonio Berardi.
The absolute
highlight of the day was the Margiela 20th anniversary show, which
demonstrated a ‘best of’ Maison Martin Margiela's greatest hits. All
faces were bound, wigs were worn on the front of the face, on the
shoulders, and as whole outfits; nude cat suited models were wheeled
down the catwalk on mini floats as if it were a parade and the finale
consisted of a wedding/anniversary cake dress worn by 2 girls followed
by a procession including full brass band and a troupe of all white-coated staff and models who were showered with giant silver confetti. It was a
spectacular catwalk extravaganza that sent a judder of excitement
through the audience and reminded us all of how remarkable fashion can
be.
But, as it was on the other side of town, we only just made it to
Westwood in the nick of time. Tracey Emin, who was sat in front of us was in jolly spirits and definitely perked up the crowd miaowing at the
catwalk. Compared to her Red Label show in London, Westwood’s Gold
label show was low-key in terms of celebs. My favourite pieces were the
juicy, brightly coloured plastic pieces that looked like sweetie
wrappers.
Yohji was the last show of the day and by that stage we were
all flagging. But, he did not disappoint. The show was beautiful and
the peaceful piano on the soundtrack brought a sense of tranquillity to
the end of a hectic day. The dazzling lights shone on the raised
catwalk as all the girls wore sunglasses, moving in a steady, calming
pace in an array of black suits, and then onto oversized white shirts,
longs black skirts and finally a beautiful bride finished with a huge
hat.