London Fashion Week is, as Leandra wrote yesterday, “unapologetically fun with a capital F.” The designers take risks. They make bold choices and shy away from nothing — save for, perhaps, conventionality. After all, this is the city that gave us punk.
But where “Anarchy in the U.K.!” was once the safety-pinned battle cry of those rebelling against the societal norm, “Fashion Week in the U.K.!” has become the present anthem, a banner carried by the new sort of punks: those who were perhaps not invited to the shows but snuck in anyway, who lingered about hoping to catch the attention of someone they admire. Those who follow fashion, care about style, turn away from what’s “wearable” trends and sport what is art.
And the industry veterans take part in the fun too. London Fashion Week is a time for editors to break out their most eccentric street wear — puppet pink coats, ball skirts, cartoony shoes and canine backpacks — because when the restrictively grown-up Milan is next on the agenda, a few days in London feel like one giant, jovial question of sartorial semi-rebellion: Why the eff not?
And so, even if the next time they’re photographed it’s apparent they’ve switched back to navy and cream — we’ve assigned superlatives to the loud and proud street stylers of London Fashion Week.
Kate Foley takes the cake for wearing coats that actually look like cake (although the pink one on the right is a bit more cotton-candy-meets-teddy-bear-fur). But she’s a total pro.
Most Dedicated to Her Outfit
I love a woman who is so committed to her look that nothing — not sleet, not snow, not even a MISSING heel — could interrupt her look. (Just like a mailman!) She’s carrying on regardless, embracing the pimp limp like only the chicest of one-heeled women could. Go diva go.
Strongest Animal Instincts
Listen. I avoid cat paraphernalia at all costs because I already walk a dangerously close line to crazy cat lady, but that’s just me. I commend this kitty toting street warrior for not giving a hoot. The dog, on the other hand, feels like a real rarity in the sartorial kingdom, so as long as it doesn’t poop, glow for it.
What better way to commemorate everyone’s favorite girl group and, need we remind you, one of fashion’s most buzzed-about designers (Victoria!) than by way of painted portraitures on a leather jacket? This song works too, but in the case of street style, leather prevails.
Most Nostalgic Shoes
Hold the phone and tell me if I’m wrong, but upon zooming into this picture I’m fairly certain THESE LIGHT UP. Shit girl.
Most Likely to Dress Like Brendan Fraser in Now and Then
Lambchop-lined denim jacket, vintage band tee, cargo pants…I never thought I’d see the day when I would find the combination of these things cool, and yet here I am, bowing down, wondering how the hell I can copy this while looking like her as opposed to, you know, Brendan Fraser as a vaguely creepy hippie.
Best Way to Get Street Styled While Remaining Anonymous
Having a weird face-day that sunglasses can’t save, yet wearing an outfit so glorious it would be a crime to not capture on digital film? We’ve all been there. Divert photogs’ attention to your back with the help of divine jacket detailing, a bright bag and festive fingers.
Best Use of Friendship
Fashion Week kills feet. Get a friend to give you a ride. (Also useful for puddle jumping and ice lunging!)
Best-Dressed Class Clown
This is exactly what I’m talking about: the definition of go big, wild, colorful and loud or go home.
Most Likely to Succeed
Shopping carts are so clearly the next frontier in hand bags. Leaf Greener, ladies and gentlemen, is the Bill Gates of accessories. She wins. Game over. See you in Milan.