LFW: Mary Katrantzou


Carousels. Ballerinas. Butterflies. Cowgirls. Oh my.

I literally cannot get enough of this collection. I’m also noticing a butterfly trend? Do I like that? It might be growing on me. Do I like that it’s growing on me? I’m not really sure. Emotions, I have them. It is like a childhood dream come true and stuck on a shirt dress. All of the imagery kind of reminded me of Lisa Grue and Michael Economy’s illustrations for Anna Sui, which I can really get down with.


If this entire show could be turned into a glamorously whimsical colouring book for adults, I’d be so happy. I’m over the moon right now. I want to break out my Breyer horses, Sky Dancers, tulle tutus, and cover it all in glitter. Ah. Yes. Bliss.

Disco Muppet


I cannot handle this collection by Ashish. Except that oh my gaaawwwwd, I want it all. Naturally the first things I thought of were Muppets, rainbows, and disco. This is what I’m talking about for New Year’s Eve. I love sequins but not the plain ol’ black and silver thing that everyone else does. I want to stand out. Like a Muppet dancing the night away in Studio 54.

Thank you, Asish. Thank you.


LFW: Alexander McQueen


I was devastated at the loss of Lee Alexander McQueen, so I will never fully accept Sarah Burton. She’s very good but she’s not a dreamer like Lee was. I like her collections generally but I’m not rolling around on the floor weeping over the poetry in motion. I’ll just get that bag of worms out of the way. It’s how I feel and how I will always feel. You just cannot go from “Highland Rape” controversy to well executed and pretty.

Anyway, I did like this season. It’s dreamy, pretty, and reminds me of a modern John William Waterhouse dream. Or maybe something from the pages of Neil Gaiman’s Sandman (a little Delirium, a little Lady Death). Being a naked princess is next to godliness and this collection delivered it. Although, I think butterflies are cliché. Burton, according to Vogue, described her woman as: “Almost sleepwalking, in a state where reality and dreams become blurred.”

Between the Savile Row-quality tailoring of some mannish suits and the final dresses made up of nothing more than a dream…she got a little closer to the original McQueen mark.