This week marked a rite of passage: my first official visit to London Fashion Week. Instead of looking wistfully at Somerset House, I had full permission (and the tickets to prove it) to actually be there. Even if I didn’t know the way from the station it was easy to find: just follow the well-dressed crowd/anyone on a I phone and clutching show tickets.
So, tickets in hand, I headed in always slightly paranoid the door staff would see me as a fraud but it went fine: I was in! Actually sitting and waiting for John Rocha to start. It began on time (for a fashion show, 15 minutes late). The seating process is complex trust me: front rows seated first, then me among those lucky enough to have a seat and finally what seemed like an army of photographers/bloggers and fashion fans.
Finally the lights dimmed and… it began. Models, immaculately yet subtly made up, wearing Rocha’s trademark dark palette. Based on and inspired by Happy Valley, the clothes were simple and yet incredibly effective. It seemed to be over in minutes, and then Rocha came out. Rather than the traditional/obligatory quick bow he did the entire final walk together with his models, leading them out to waves and rapturous applause. Then the magic was over and it was time for the mass exodus towards the exits. Sadly minus any goodie bags or spoils, but I didn’t care. My first fashion show was now sadly over, but forget about reflecting on that issue. It was time for a much needed caffeine fix and the wait to go and watch Todd Lynn.
Image courtesy of catwalking.com