Thursday, 20 September 2012

LFW - House of Holland continued




I wore...

Old H & M Blouse
Motel Rocks Embellished Cross Skirt
M & S Patent boots
Braces 
Vintage Doctors Bag


Before the scrum....


The House of Holland show is one of the hottest tickets of LFW amongst my age group - I'll just be vague and call mine the 20-30 bracket. You are always expecting something fun, colourful and with a tongue held firmly in cheek. 
Not many shows would lure a crowd to loiter outside an NPC car park, but by now celebrity photo hunters by  know that Henry's show will be one to attract the young 'it girls' of fashion, who will all be giggling together in the front row looking enviously cool. 
I've seen a an element of hysteria when Kate Moss enters a function and similarly when the Olivia Palermo sits her tiny bottom on the front row, but nothing could prepare me for the magnetic quality of Ms Chung. As soon as she entered the room, she hit the first port of chaos, a blank posing wall,  she was then swiftly escorted to her seat at the end of the catwalk which within seconds had transformed into some sort of football crowd - albeit featuring some very well dressed shouty people, with incredibly expensive cameras and dictaphones. 
Other front rowers included Laura Whitmore who looked very pretty in a textured dress and pink wedges. Pixie Geldof who had combined orange neon pvc with a crisp light blue cotton shirt and couldn't wait to go an hug Chung and the gang. Kelly Osbourne opted for red latex and statement specs with the best accessory possible... a doting boyfriend. The most fashion forward of the Girls Aloud gals, Nicola wore a high pony and one of HH vivid maxi's. I was always told you never wear the designer of the show you are going to, but I guess the rules are different for celeb folk! Delilah won the best dressed award for me in her figure hugging stripey green number, glossy waves and fancy shades. 
Now enough waffling about the celeb sightings, let's get down to what it should be about... the clothes. 
A crazed man dashed across the entrance to the runway, so we knew the start was imminent. Once the the giggles and general buzz subsided the music played. From that moment we knew the nature of the show we were in for... 90's clubbing heaven. Shampoo, 2 Unlimited and other dance tracks which featured on my Now Thats What I Call Music tapes as a youngster were the apt soundtrack to this typically funky collection. 
Festival goers and home customisers can breathe a united sigh of relief... it will still be deemed current and 'cool' to wear tie and dip dye next summer too. As well as the the tummy baring crops and slinky maxi's embellished with glistening flowers, there were bright biker jackets, trousers, silky above the knee slips... actually he pretty much catered to any of your dye desires. However, my pick of the crop was the dungaree dress....NEED! 
Of course he has been famed for his witty and youthful motto/text tees, although they didn't monopolise the collection there was a catty inclusion of a baby pink 'Bitch Tee', and if his Instagram is anything to go by there are plenty of other fun word plays to purchase. 

To carry through the club mecca aesthetic there is of course glitter and metallics, but don't worry if you look for structure and elegance too. There are more statement trousers in the form of a pink infused brocade, and perfectly moulded chest via his enlarged trademark tartan garments.

I could go on and on about all I loved (lets not forget the bejewelled beanies) ... but why not watch the show and decide for yourself!!









Henrys T-Shirt slogan was the antithesis of what he had delivered this fashion week. 

Good work HH. 




Goodies for the front row




The swarm of journos, bloggers and photographers around Alexa Chung



Pixie Geldof chats to ITV stylist Mark Hayes


Kelly O and her boyfriend get seated


Delilah looked amazing in a green striped maxi



Nicola Roberts enters the room in a floor length Henry Holland dress
















Behind the Scenes









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