September 18, 2011 London
Elsewhere, it was nice to see Fast trying his hand at non-knit looks. He introduced a print—a lava-esque abstract rendered in blood red and in orange tones—and applied it to tailored dresses and skirts. He faces stiff competition here; there are designers in London who have built their careers around print, and they've learned how to construct a garment to highlight pattern. Fast hasn't mastered that trick yet, though his most basic effort in this group, a matching miniskirt and crop top, looked decently sharp. Anyway, he's got some work to do in that department.
Of more concern—and at this point, it's a recurring concern—is Fast's seeming disinterest in the fit and wearability of his clothes. The problem isn't universal within his collections, but there were enough red-flag moments here—the shoulder that kept slipping off the first dress; the model hobbling down the runway in her long, skintight, crocheted number; another model who had to carry the train of her gown in her hand—that you really have to wonder whether Fast ever thinks about the real-life women who might wear his clothes. If that's not something on his mind, it should be.