It was an early Monday morning start at JW Anderson: wed never seen so much eyeliner at 9am. Luckily, he put on a show that made it worth crawling out of bed and into heels precise, geometric suits and androgynous tailoring in shades of black, white and beige. Slicked back 1990s hair complemented the grungy minimalism. We might be in for a monochrome womenswear collection come September.
In the light, airy space of of her Wigmore Street store Margaret Howell offered up a collection of very covetable separates fit for a summer day in the 1950s: long shorts, crisp shirts, and casually draped scarves in shades of navy, blue and tan. A vintage, summery soundtrack did a good job of convincing us that wed step outside into glorious sunshine possibly wearing the standout white knit. It might be for the boys but we wanted it all.
Instead of a show, Christopher Kane invited us to see his menswear collection at private gallery Rook and Raven in Soho which meant that we were walked through a collection inspired by the retro graphics of computers and televisions of days past, carried across sportswear and smarter crepe tailoring. Even the houndstooth coats (with desirable drop shoulders) gestured towards the static screen that heralded the end of the evenings broadcasts. It was typical Kane: a witty motif, applied masterfully and coherently across the collection.
Over in Bloomsbury, colour lover Katie Eary decked out her skater boys in vibrant flamingo and leopard print t-shirts and skinny trousers paired with oversized rucksacks and eye popping Nike's. while her girls were even more understated in swimsuits that left little to the imagination and towering gold sandals. There was no sign of her biggest fan, Kanye West, but we spotted Tinie Tempah bobbing his head to the typically bass-heavy soundtrack.
Finally we took a trip to a row of disused train sheds in Kings Cross for Alexander McQueen. Steam billowed out from the top of the cobbled catwalk and slick haired models streamed down it looking like a troop of incredibly well dressed footmen. Sleeveless tailored jackets in white lace and stark monochrome prints, long baggy shorts, a floral brocade suit and bib fronted silk shirts. It was full of drama - just as McQueen should be.