Initial reaction:

Outerwear for dungeon dwelling. Dark, sexy and suppressed, a series of Patrick Bateman of American Psycho-esque models appeared from the shadows, in outsized silhouettes and draped in blood red.

Atmosphere:

Glossy puddles spilled across the charcoal black concrete runway, as if the apocalyptic storms from the world outside had dripped and interrupted the show. A John Cooper Clarke poem read over thumping bass opened the show: "Apparel, Jim, watch this space/when winter shrinks your pretty face."

Standout looks:

A slick metallic PVC cape engulfing slouchy trousers and dulling a sky blue print beneath; the tightest of tight red plaid shirts shrink wrapped in clear plastic; and lacquered duffle coats as if they had been dipped in molten acrylic.

How they wore it:

Hair was slicked to foreheads from a recent downpour; not even the soundtrack “House on Fire” by Outfit could fill the space with warmth.

Viral moment:

When it started to rain for real during the finale, and the models endured a further soaking. Golden showers have never been so sexy.