But you know what? I like it.
By Lois Waller
Images Lois Waller
Dans La Vie promises us a “new way of popism”. Well they get the soundtrack just right, I so wanted to get up and shake my stuff. The models were all wearing those John Lennon-esque round glasses with blue-mirrored shades, of the type we sported in the 90’s. I got mine from Camden market. The silky material draping the models had a design that I was desperate to get a closer look at. A pastiche of images…flamingos, arrows, Japanese willow pattern, orange and black targets, and if you look really, really closely tiny images of the Mona Lisa framed in locket shaped ovals. The detail reminded me of the mysterious waves and curls and images on bank notes. I am thinking about money. Hitting targets. Dancing after too many rum and cokes. Then Kylie’s hood from the iconic video “Can’t get you out of my Head” arrives on stage. Oh goodness me my need to shake my stuff intensifies. You can’t get anymore “Popism” than referencing the Queen of Pop herself.
The next show, by Alice Lee, is held in the room upstairs. A beautiful cathedral space with Iron gates and chandeliers. I peek at the literature in which Alice includes Dante’s poem “Sudden Light” as inspiration for her collection. This is the perfect setting for something gothic and romantic. The girls in front of me are discussing whether it is possible to tie-dye your hair. I love LFW for these snippets. The conclusion is that yes it would be possible if your hair was long enough and you found a suitable dye in a mousse form. I’ve seen a woman with leopard print hair before so I am in agreement; I reckon they are on to a good thing there. However tie-dye hair won’t be the right styling for Alice’s collection. In fact her models have their hair wrapped over their faces like shrouds. They walk unseeing into the space. Like Phantoms or sleepwalkers in a gothic story. The models look so much more fragile without their eyes, they have to trust that there is space in front of them. The clothes are simple and beautiful. Fragile and wearable. I could drift around in Alice’s knitwear no problem. Knitwear can by sensual and elegant and can contain secrets too. Shining leather woven into the knit adds a bite like a zip, a rope detail clings to the shoulders of the simple LBD which turns it into something else. The ropes become snake-like and images of Medusa come to mind. Then the ropes become golden threads that weave their way richly into the fabric and end up twisted around a wrist as an elegant bangle. Little Dragon has been playing all this time, one of my favorite Artists, mysterious and feminine. The final outfit comes complete with a gimp mask made of red white and black latex roses. The unseeing women in Alice’s world; challenging the viewer to look when they can’t see a thing.
My final show of the day was Carlotta Actis Barone. I had this circled in red in my planner. This was of great interest to me as Carlotta often bases her collections on significant social issues. The “Couture Monsters” had started me thinking earlier this morning and this collection ended the day on a similar thoughtful note. Her inspiration was the Holocaust; where people were striped of their clothes and of their dignity and their lives. How can fashion address this deepest violation against humanity? Carlotta starts by simply looking what it means to be clothed. To be warm. To have an identity beyond a naked starved body. Her models shudder on to the catwalk through dry ice. The iconic “model walk” looks like the shuffle of exhausted beaten souls. Their thin frames take on a new meaning. There is a flesh coloured body stocking bearing the slogan “Work Liberates” repeated over and over. This was the slogan painted over the camp gates at Auschwitz “Arbeit macht frei” read by every person who entered. I see silk dresses and coats wrapped over the body stockings in an attempt to remember what it was to have clothes, to go to work, to have an identity. This is what I came away from the collection thinking. How clothes help to define us, to set us apart, and to keep us warm and protect us. They have a practical and social meaning. That’s why we come together to watch and be part of LFW. It is part of being a human being. To say, “I’m here”.
OOOOhhh who’s up next? Myrza de Mynck’s name is scribbled over the back wall, in gloriously girlish handwriting. And oh it’s like being 8 again. If looks have a smell then this collection looks like the smell of the rubbers everyone collected in the 80’s. Fruity, plastic, pretty and delicious. There is a joyful execution to her collection, scribbles of illustrated frills on a tracksuit top. The squiggles look like the lines of Sasek the 1950’s French illustrator, or even the naive lines in Paddington Bear’s backgrounds.. The hint of a doorframe, a shop window selling sweets, all hinted at by a single unbroken grey line. It’s both nostalgic and new. I am reminded of buying my pink and white shell suit from Long Marston’s market in ‘88. Oh yeah. Layers of texture and appliqué, ruffles and beading, sheer fabric and crochet. A pair of Leopard print legwarmers and I’m in heaven. Maybe I could wear a Myrza leisure suit to my next non-sporting event?
Anne Sofie Madse’s collection reminds me of the natural world scraping at the windowpane. In case we had forgotten it in a candy dream. A bird arrives in the form of a woman. There is mud flecked at the bottom of her hem and on her cuffs. She walked onto the catwalk like a stray from the alleyway. Then a spider’s web spun over a shoulder and down a back. Anne is the first designer today I’ve seen using intricate designs printed on silk, a theme that is repeated again by later designers in the afternoon. Here it is used as the most delicate flesh beneath an exterior of chunky tusk like accessories. The soft underbelly of the crab. Then a woman walks on dressed as if headed to the office, odd, but look a bit closer and the evidence of the creatures we just saw are there dangling from her hand. Her handbag.. It’s as if man in his infinite wisdom saw it, lusted after it’s wildness then caught one and made it into an accessory. Wildcats hold my wallet. Hey don’t we keep doing this? A skull ends the show emblazed on silk and a stockinged huntress with chaps made of parts of the skeleton of that very first bird who fluttered on to stage. 
So then it’s Phoebe English. Up next. Her first solo show. Part way through it I realise why her name rings a bell. I used to babysit for her and her sister. She would perform plays for us. Amazing. I am suitably distracted by this strange and wonderful coincidence of worlds re-colliding, until the somber shapes and wholeness of her collection set there unrelenting gaze on me and I watch. The Lyric (it sounds like Johnny Cash) “I got this feeling I was Dead and there was nothing wrong” repeats and repeats. There is something of the dead in this. Body bags. The black armbands of the grieving. The way black looks different when in different materials, the parade of the funeral party. But the skirts are short and there is a flash of naked back between elasticated leather and felt tabards. A fishing net skirt drags the mermaid ashore to breathe her last. Plastic layers vibrate as if they contain their own life force. Then we turn inside out and we see it all dipped in a world of pink shades. The sweetest harmony of pinkness. Why pink? I think it’s the most frivolous and lovely lickable colour. A tongue. A flash of what’s on the inside. I want to go to a prom in Phoebe’s pink. The little girl who I babysat draws the world from the dead to the living. 
The one piece on Georgina Hardinge’s collection that I soooooo wanted to play with was the mustard felt safari hat. She put it with a jacket of exactly the same material and pair of knitted shorts. I might go Tiger spotting in colonial India in that garb. I however would not shoot the beast. He would see me first anyhow. I saw Katharine Hepburn being incredibly excited about this collection, everything was ready to wear for Katharine. Chiffon sleeves and elegant lengths, the French Riviera would look so hot in Georgina Hardinge. Que sere sere what will be will be played the collection in, and Romance played the collection out. A Romance of Iconic film stars dressed in fluid fabrics and hats with huge brims. Like the way a horizon cuts your view in a clean sweep. 