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 . . .
Westminster Kingsway College, Soho. 22nd February 2016.
The day had gotten colder and colder. Near the end, down a tucked-away backstreet behind the Brewer Street car park, Toogood staged their first London presentation. Flight after flight of stairs lined with whitewashed brick and college-cheery lino. And then out onto across a dark, breezy expanse of roof, past a flickering fire, to a glass fronted attic. Inside, models stood spaced out against mildewed walls, in front of blown-up prints of scavenged objects. To get to them, though, you had to navigate trays of ripening bread and a small battalion of dancers. Up close, all there seemed to be were lab coats – loose, ambivalent, chalky white or dark-drab, festooned with ties and fragments of bone. In the midst of the fashion week whirl, it was a moment of still, weird seriousness.
Brewer Street Car Park, Soho: February 22nd, 2016.
The last show (give or take) of Day 4. And a bit of razzle-dazzle to round things off – models in slithers of Quality Street-wrapper sequins, topped off with candy-land Afros.