Concrete Deserts & Churchbells

So London Fashion Week has drawn to a close, and while it might not attract the Holywood runway production of New York, or haute couture of Paris and Milan, it certainly celebrates in the eclectic and avant garde party monster spirit.

Christopher Shannon was a particular highlight of mine. His collection was a series of snapshots from dream holidays, indulging in our fantasy treks and expeditions with materials born to explore. He artistically transforms sportswear into structure, balancing a practical edge with sci-fi sparks. From afar the ice white outfits might look bleached out, but on closer inspection there's a patchwork of layers and mesh panels. And the trousers take camouflage prints to a new pallete level with hurricane sky greys and faded greens. There's something quite 'Galliano' to them that compliments Christopher's energy and adventure perfectly.

Inspired by this ice white athletic adventure, I styled up my poncho by Juun J for my own interpretation. With a black funnel neck creeping out, the outfit has a life of its own with movement even at a standstill. While its the most juxtaposed of ideas, the outfit is like sportswear orchestrated with a religious operatic edge.

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