Peter Pilotto's show at Selfridges car park, W1
This particular London Fashion Week also threw my way a strong sense of . Despite a sizeable gaggle of new names on the burgeoning schedules, something about the presentations reminded me of early London. As well as sober venues like The Cellars in Covent Garden and the car park at Selfridges, there was also a reinforced presence of strong classic British brands like, Burberry, Jaeger, Daks and Aquascutum, highlighting a more marked contrast between money and moderation than in recent years. There was as well something about the crowd that evoked those mad, electric days of the 1980s. At that time, the front row offered as much interest and colour as anything you might see on the catwalks, and the intensity of the paparazzi bun fights to crash the venues matched their vibrance.
Pam Hogg’s show had all this spirit and colour, on and off the catwalk; it was a hugely enjoyable and riveting scene which reminded me why shooting catwalks became such an addiction in the first place. In the 80s of course it was a post Live Aid, Bob Geldof and Paula Yates who sat with a detached air in the front rows, but now fast forwarding a couple of decades sits their daughter Peaches, rubbing shoulders and knees with fashionistas like designer Johnny Blue Eyes and presenter Louise Roe.