Fashion Week


That’s because London boyswear darling J.W. Anderson is doing girlswear now, and London girlswear darling Jonathan Saunders just debuted boyswear. It’s all very confusing and probably illegal in Arizona.
If last night was about the British sort of celebrity, today was about my sort: true fashion characters. Front row at Charles Anastase this morning (a properly wet one, I might add) was Charlotte Dellal, exquisite shoe designer and Titian titan of society, her waves unruffled by the rain. Scott “The Sartorialist” Schuman appeared to be sans Garance for the first five minutes of their entire romantic history (she must have been in the bathroom). And I walked smack into Alexa Chung, but it’s not my fault… she was standing sideways!
This happens a lot at London Fashion Week: you’re finding your seat, minding your business, and bam! Lightning! Or just a hundred flashbulbs going off at once, a row away. You look. You crane. You wonder who this magnetic presence in A1 could be? At last the photogs scatter and you see… no one. The celeb has vanished and in his or her place is someone very thin, very brightly made-up, and totally unrecognizable.
At least to me. To Brits, the pap-target is not “no one,” though it’s very likely that they were nobody last year and will be nobody again next fashion week. British celebrity is a weird and mercurial thing: it gets lost in translation. And that’s why I can’t tell you who was front row at PPQ—famous for its famous fans—last night.
“It’s fashion week here?” says the taxi man, pulling away from Paddington Station. “That’s good.” For the cabbing business? Of course. Fashion week heels and London cobblestones don’t mix.
Luckily I’ve got razor-grips on my Camilla Skovgaards, which have already been photographed, in early Jak & Jil style, more times than my face. Er, I won’t take it personally. After all, I took the red-eye quite literally; if I were any more bloodshot I’d be Charlie Sheen. Crimson was the colour du jour at Jean-Pierre Braganza, too. The Ryerson grad and ex-Montrealer is one of my favourite Canadian expats, and that’s saying a lot, because there were loads of them here by my last count. Homeboy has got a wicked way with tailoring, envelope-folding, laser-cutting… even the LBD is interesting in his hands.
We asked some of Canada’s finest fashion week exports, Jeremy Laing, Mark Fast and Calla Haynes, to give us the scoop on what they’ve got planned for the upcoming season in New York, London and Paris.
Judging from the swinging, statement-making earrings at Oscar de la Renta’s fall 2011 show, jewellery is back in a big way (cue the Hallelujah chorus). From Karlie’s ‘40s-inspired beaded tassels to Carmen’s gunmetal and ruby crystals, shoulder duster earrings have swept back onto the style scene this season. Watch for these movers-and-shakers to make a red-carpet appearance at the upcoming Academy Awards.