It was all about the girls at Giles last night. Kerry Katona, poured into a little black dress with her blonde hair scraped into a neat chignon, sat smiling and waving from her front row seat. A few seats along, Janice Dickinsonscowled. From start to finish the show was an explosion of pink.
Pale pink, candy pink, sugar pink and fluorescent. An opening sequence of pink Pac Man intarsia sweaters with customised sneakers and ostrich plumed hats looked like the catwalk had been taken over by a crew of suburban show girls.
The girlish glamour evolved for the second phase into a section of curvy dresses, sans pompoms and tassles it looked more series three Mad Men. Sinuous shifts appliquéd with lace turned out to be flesh pink latex. Candy pink catwalk wide prom dresses were held out with stiff net skirts. An electric yellow jersey shift with draped back reinforced the season’s case for grown up chic caped cocktail dresses. When suddenly there was Kelly Brook working her bodacious curves down the runway in a figure-hugging scoop-necked sheath dress and working the photographers into a lather. As the lads recovered she was followed by none other than Abbey Clancy all heaving pregnant embonpoint and flicky blonde hair.
Giles is a generous and hospitable chap known to extend coveted show invitations to people he simply likes, and let the fashion fairy dust turn a red top cutie into a star. But last night even his power to transform may have found its limit with the chignoned La Katona.
All was saved when the last in a series of grand gowns was worn by Verushka, the iconic Yves Saint Laurent model of the 1970s who has enough fashion cred in her twilight years to resurrect to a houseful of WAGs