That title is so good someone should make a song out of it.
And this, ladies and germs and undecideds, is the A/W (none of that Fall business, please. We like literal but there’s a time and a season) 2011/12 collection from Unconditional, as shown at London Fashion Week, a label which is not only deliciously delicious and with exquisite lines (our journalism teacher, had we had one, told us you could use the word ‘exquisite’ when writing about fashion. But we never had a journalism teacher. You’ve either got it or you haven’t) you can spot a mile off and with a celebrity following you actually want to bum and with the cutest HQ on Monmouth Street opposite that oversubscribed coffee place and next to the CGH (Covent Garden Hotel. Some people don’t have the time to say three whole words), but is also oft-copied by labels who really ought to know better.
Why, only last year we were hob nobbing with the hob knobs at some party put on by Details magazine in the garden of some hotel in London’s glittering Milan wearing a scrumptious Unconditional creation when, behold, up trotted a designer that will be well known to many of you. But we can’t mention here for legal reasons. And also in case you’ve never heard of him.
‘Where did you get that?’ said he, pointing right there.
‘Erm, Unconditional,’ said we, finger hovering over the 9 button on our phone.
‘But I have almost the exact same thing in my show tomorrow!’ said he, cheeks all, you know, puffy and stuff.
‘Tough titties,’ said we. Or thereabouts.
Now for some lovely photos from a lovely show.
Fashion. Turn to the left.,