At the start of this week, I began noticing the twice-yearly influx of models hanging around the lobby of a boutique hotel I live next door to. The appearance of these astonishing looking, svelte and limber figures is the first real evidence London Fashion Week is upon us. It’s five days when the city can claim to be the most beautiful in the world, with the best surgery and handbags. Like Frieze Week, without the icy artworld froideur.
For a second there, it looked like LFW wouldn’t happen. The day after the Queen’s death, British icon Burberry and then visiting Belgian fashion dignitary Raf Simons cancelled their London shows, setting off a flurry of social discourse about what Her Majesty would’ve actually wanted the fashion industry to do in the event of her death.
