sun shines in london, confusion reigns-------
What does it take to throw British fashionistas into a state of total panic? Unexpectedly great weather. That was the case on London fashion week’s opening day, when sunny skies after a frosty and rain-soaked summer threw everyone’s wardrobe out of whack. In the bacchanalian VIP lounge at the main Natural History Museum venue, we overheard a lot of moaning—from both sides of the dress divide. “I am sweating like Amy Winehouse after a clean hour,” (black tights, wool jacket, fur collar). “I am freezing my ass off,” (T-shirt dress and flip flops). And so it went. But despite wardrobe hysteria and the fact that most journos and buyers were en route from New York, it was still standing room only.
tags: London Fashion Week
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