Always True To You In My Fashion
Well, London Fashion Week is over, so no more climbing through crowds of stick-people with asymmetrical haircuts standing smoking outside grand buildings tarted up with neon tubes. Here we see a model showing us what it would look like if people decided to start dressing like small spoiled dogs.
The straw that broke my camel’s back was Abercrombie & Fitch being the first store to sell just their name without any nice clothes attached. Clearly disinterested in how people look, they could have just sold bags full of labels that you could then sew into socks, prison uniforms and milkmen’s coats, if milkmen still wore coats.
The centre of the cool fashion world has shifted to the area around Brick Lane now. Camden is great if you want to look like a swedish tourist in 1992. This weekend I bought the hand-tailored jacket below – very ‘Italian Job’ – on a stall for the grand price of 40 quid. Now that’s affordable fashion!