Lindley Hall, Victoria. 21st February 2016.
Skirting gingerly round Anya Hindmarch’s vast checkerboard arena of a set to clamber into seats, it was hard to know what was going to happen. There were no openings, no runway, no focal point in all that pristine whiteness. But then the show kicked off – and the grid cracked, with giant, glowing sugar-cubes careening off into the centre of the space, blossoming into candy colours as the models filed out. Hindmarch is known for her energetic stagings – but in seasons past, those stagings have magnified and focused on the collections themselves. This time, the vibrant clothes and accessories got a little lost in the spectacle itself. But what a spectacle . . .