This time it was the incredibly opulent Drapers’ Hall, resplendent with painted ceilings, ancient portraits and the grandest chandeliers.
The luxury surroundings suited the glamorous aesthetic that is the Berardi signature. The handful of beautifully cut coats, all draped fronts and curved seams, that his die-hard fans will surely not be seen out of come next winter. The long wool cape with perfectly tailored shoulders. The pleated and folded wool skater skirts and the metallic trouser suit. And, of course, there were the dresses.
The favourites? Wool skater dresses in grey and navy with lace panels at the front, floor grazing metallic gowns with heavy beaded sleeves and navy numbers made from sequins and lace, and breathtakingly beautiful sheer dresses with metalic shapes. It was polished, pretty and glamorous, and less tight-fitting and restrained than his usual offerings. The only flaw? The towering heels that looked unstable at the best of times and downright treacherous at the worst - the last model to walk the catwalk snapped hers in half.