Will someone ask Gareth Pugh to make the wardrobe for a post-apocalyptic film taking place sometime in the near future/on a planet far far away or our own, post-big-event-we-shall-not-name, please? Not that there was anything remotely costumey in what Pugh showed this afternoon – on the contrary, lift the long jackets, folded gilets or leather coats off the ball gown skirts and you have some perfectly modern, achingly cool outerwear.