"Let's just have a good time," Moschino's soundtrack repeated. Rossella Jardini's girl was in a well-placed decade for it, the 60s, a time of teenage liberation and letting loose in the now to build a better future. Friday is a good a day as any for that mindset, even before 10am.

A monochromatic parade of tailoring, styled with helmets echoed the Paris space agers of the period, but the attitude was all Moschino, worn with doorknocker earrings and sunglasses (with the bouffant dos it's also a template that'd work just as happily for Patsy Stone).

A short, sharp silver Barbarella story passed by, culminating into a parade of pop-hued patterned minis and shift dresses. In 12 or so minutes, life went from black and white to colour – quite literally.