"Cross cultural, multi-ethnic, happy," said Tom Ford of his London Fashion Week collection, bestowing kisses on guests as they filed out. More than a few of them won't wash for a week. He was as immaculately turned out and fragrant as always.
If the venue was spectacular - it's not easy to imagine anywhere much grander than Lancaster House, St James's - the show was more remarkable still. Pick a reference, any reference, and it was there. Optic black and white, Navajo, Western (as in cowboy), Japanese. There was even a touch of Paul Poiret thrown in for good measure.
The monied Tom Ford customer will no doubt be more than happy with delicate black jewelled lace blouses and also floor-length wool column dresses emblazoned with a single jagged pop of sparkle. More surprising was the eclectic mix of sequinned flowers in ultra-bright colours, bugle-beaded harem pants worn with co-ordinating hoodies (yes, hoodies) and quite the most ornate thigh-boots and matching skirt combinations ever to make it down the runway.
In a London season that has so far been dominated by a sombre colour palette, oversized silhouette and hard edge this was about piling everything and the kitchen sink onto a super-expensive look and not even caring. There was audacity here in spades, then, from cat eye shades to talon heels and everything worn in between. In an often play-safe world that was hugely entertaining.