And just like that, London Fashion Week is over. It came, it swathed our eyes in gauzy chiffons and twinkling embellishments, and it left like a good dream abruptly ended by having your feather duvet ripped off on a chilly fall morning.
It started with J.W. Anderson and his organza-cushioned dive into feminine minimalism. Burberry ditched the neutrals for Easter egg pastels, Temperley London took her English Rose back to the swinging ‘60s and Erderm’s runway was as dreamy as his It-studded front row.
It’s not that we’re not excited for Milan and Paris. But there’s something about London’s youthful eclecticism that just seemed so necessary after eight days of running around Manhattan hungover and hungry. So before you plunge into the second half of fashion month, take one last look at the London leg’s most fantastical looks below.
this is some kind of spaceship or something.