The New York collections culminated with Oscar De La Renta yesterday at 6pm - and roughly 12 hours later BST, our first show of London Fashion Week is slated to begin. That stands as explanation for any dazed, glazed looks you may see front row at today's shows (although apparently a tornado hit Brooklyn last night, so those front rows may be conspicuously empty). Today is a gentle start to proceeding, with Jean-Pierre Braganza, Felder Felder, Hannah Marshall and PPQ slated for today.
The speculation as to what London can bring to the table has already begun - last night at the launch of the new shoe gallery at Selfridges & Co. the members of the fashion press who stayed home for this season were smugly asserting that New York by and large wasn't worth the effort or the jet-lag. How many white garments do we really need to see, let alone hang in our wardrobes? That said, some were very lovely. Some even came in colours other than white. Calvin Klein was dubbed Calvin Clean for a reason, and Francisco Costa continues in the great grand tradition of stripped-back, pared-0down hyper-minimalism. His jackets didn't even have sleeves, that's how simple it was. Flipside? Oscar de la Renta, scattering three-dimensional nosegays across jade-green silk faille, embroidering raffia with field-fresh daisies, and tossing in a couple of puffy, ruffly, oh-my-God-I'm-never-finding-my-legs-again organza ballgowns fit for a letterday Doris Day (not sure SJP was made for that role, but she was front-row nonetheless). Proenza Schouler trod a fine line between those two extremes, offering stripped-back visions of ladylike propriety in fine bouclé, and maxi-dresses in the hyped-up Global Hypercolour shades of a Goa raver.
SHOWstudio.com's London coverage starts any second. I feel nauseous, stressed, bloated, tired (already) and very very anxious. In short, I really can't wait.