There’s a point in your life - for us, it was age 24 - when you can’t eat ice cream for breakfast anymore.

It makes your stomach drop and your wrists shake, and all of a sudden, you almost feel sick, like your body’s in withdrawal from sugar, sneaking out, ripped jeans, glitter lip gloss, everything that all of a sudden seems to belong to kids and not to you.

We feared Luella would be like that this morning, when we walked into Claridge’s Hotel in London and found the place taken over by an Emo band - guys in eyeliner and shiny hair, commissioned by Ms. Bartley to play for the fashion crowd.

Another startle: Anna Wintour was the first person seated, and every audience member had to walk right past her to reach their seat. She kept her sunglasses on and smiled a lot, paparazzi swarming.

But as the lights dimmed, Anna was left in solace and the British Pete Wentz kids zapped off.

In their place came a stream of thin panted suits, floral dresses dip-dyed in black, and trademark tiered frocks in yellow and magenta that were maybe Joan Jett and maybe Judy Jetson.

Some of the girls wore cat masks, and several donned a black-and-yellow bat print, which was a laugh / a thud (circle one). Almost everything was styled with high-heeled Docs, and neon orange lip gloss.

Was it a fashion sugar high?

A little - but there was some good meat in there, too.

FIrst photos below, and just to make sure we get a good name-drop in here for the Jezebel babes (who’d love this show, we bet), we sat about six girls down from Lily Allen and freaked out, okay?