When I grow up and find some pitiful sod to marry me, this is the frock pour moi! Whoever said romance is dead was indeed correct since this neo-Gothic bridal numbers’ train does actually look like it met a disturbingly grizzly end.
The grimey basement of 180 Strand was the perfect location to show Pam Hogg’s ‘Goddess of War’ collection - a soiled urban battlefield for her hareem of punk girls from the future, including, Liberty Ross (and her tittays), Alice Dellal, Daisy Lowe and Anouck Lepre.
Don’t be fooled by Hogg’s “just jumpsuits” connotations, there is a mastery in her cutting - emphasized by the complex coloured panelling in some of the pieces. Yes there may be acres of shiny spandex (plus miles of ribbon, feathers and diaphanous ruffles) but the beauty of Hoggs craftsmanship - especially in draping - lent her Goddesses a delicate femininity amid all the shiny shiny. The cute baby blues and powder pinks helped too.
The front row proved amusing: Boy George squeezing his giant tusch into a teeny gap (one would have thought a prison diet may have benefitted it but obs not), the Nicest Man In Fashion AKA Stephen Jones, Martine McCutcheon (err, why?) Roisin Murphy, Jodie Harsh, Siouxie Soux, Paul Simonon and Serena Rees. It was hard not to giggle at the vile Geldof creature sat opposite’s sour / smug “look-at-aren’t-I-the-most-important-person-in-the-room” expression. Err, no love, you ain’t. Everyone in here is someone, you on the other hand are a jumped up little parody of a parasite, *cough* I mean ‘socialite’.
Posted on September 25, 2009 at 2:25:16 by The Real Runway