There can't be many nicer ways to send an afternoon and evening than in the company of Graeme Black. A recent fashion import from Italy where he was a senior designer a Giorgio Armani and more recently creative director at Ferragamo, Graeme has come back home to Britain to show his own collection, now in it's third year.
The presentation at Mayfair's Hamiltons Gallery was strong on what London Fashion Week is pretty short of: easy, grown up glamour. Fashion's cutting edge is well represented on the schedule. But, given that London has more than its fair share of moneyed ladies who live locally, travel internationally, spend freely and like to dress accordingly, there's not much in the domestic offering to keep them buying British.
Graeme Black's understated glamour is probably just what they are looking for. As if to prove the point those early adopters, Victoria Beckham, Yasmin Le Bon and Queen Rania of Jordan are already on the case. The cashmere poncho tossed over cropped pants; the ribbon embroidered double shift (loose transparent layer over figure hugging base layer); and a couple of fabulous shrunken jackets in snakeskin or leather, distressed to look like beaten bronze, were among my personal favourites. Now all I need is the life to go with them.
The day finished with a dinner to celebrate the show around the corner at Scotts, where Sol and Heather Kerzner, Tim and Malin Jeffries and Yasmin and Simon Le Bon sat down to Cullen Skink (fish soup), oysters, Cranaghan (a very boozy Scottish trifle) and champagne, with some very jet lagged members of the fashion press, fresh from the New York shows. It certainly beats freezing your ass off on a wooden bench in a draughty Hoxton hall , which we'll probably spend a substantial amount of next week doing. Me, over it already? Nahhhhh!
- Paula Reed