During a strangely timed London Fashion Week that was gently sandwiched around the Queen’s funeral, there was one joy that nobody was going to take way from me. The fact that a fashion show — quite a big one at that, JW Anderson — would be held at Las Vegas Arcade on Wardour Street (which happens to be next to Anderson’s flagship store). Las Vegas! As in LV! The place that takes me back to 16-year-old me.
Readers, it’s time to get confessional about my true geek core and reveal that in my sixth form years, I developed a very unhealthy obsession with the arcade feet-to-music co-ordination game Dance Dance Revolution, or DDR (acronyms because who needs syllables when you’re out of breath coming off a dance). In some seaside towns, you might still see people having a go at these gargantuan machines with their blue and pink arrow pads on the floor and a soundtrack that is strange blend of EDM, jungle and Afrobeats. The higher the BPM, the harder the level.
