Day Three was my final day at Fashion Week, and not to harp on about the weather, but finally there was sun! Please remember I’m British, and it’s a topic we can’t seem to shut up about. The Sun God had finally returned to London and blessed up with some shimmering light.
Today I opted once again for some patterned Acne jeans, accompanied with my Mother’s 1960’s Louis Feraud jacket, which she wore when she was in the final for Miss Office!
Jacket, Vintage Louis Feraud; Sweater, Ted Baker; Jeans, Acne; Bag, Louis Vuitton; Shoes, ReissMarios Schwab’s trademark is his seductive little dress, and this collection was no exception, as he was determined to make them even more so. The girls sauntered down a candlelit catwalk, wearing some serious LBD’s, worn with pointed kitten heels and leather biker or bomber jackets. Schwab’s usual sense of glamour was reworked, making it more edgy with an attitude. In the past his collections may have had only one destination in mind – the red carpet – this time there were very many more on the table. But for moments when we do need to escape the realms of reality, Schwab offered us broken hemlines on off-the-shoulder unravelling gowns or minidresses worn with long trailing scarves for a sense of Hollywood glamour.