While America and the rest of the world remembered 9/11, the fashion world bubble was worrying about getting a cab uptown to Victoria Beckham's collection.
It didn't sit well. Should we tweet from inside the public library show? With a timeline showing rolling details of the memorial, a missive about VB's flat shoes was uncomfortable at best.
Nevertheless, someone had to show at this slot—apparently—and historically this was Beckham's place. And after we had observed two silences, at 9.59 and 10.03, the show went on.
A new, large-scale location for a collection that broke away from the intimate presentations of the past and pushed it to the level of the big boys. Victoria, sitting front row, tried to introduce the show but was cut short by an eager soundtrack.
From the first look it was immediately apparent that the sleek, instantly recognisable aesthetic had gone up a gear. This time, it was more sporty than Upper East, a confident move in to utility parkas and overblown coats. Pinafore straps were fastened with metal rings, silver studding appeared on pockets and exposed zips tracked the length of dresses.
In block colours of navy, white, tangerine and grey, techno-stretch and thick rib jersey gave a cohesive and accomplished collection.