The Meadham Kirchhoff show, which effectively closed London Fashion Week, was a bit stressful. The designers set their latest collection on a runway covered in dead roses and to very suspenseful music—the kind you might hear in a movie when something really, really bad is about to happen.
Nothing bad happened, though. In fact, some really awesome clothes happened.
Models who looked a bit like old porcelain dolls with waxy blonde and red wigs walked the runway in a range of coats, dresses, skirts and blouses that were more than just kooky and Elizabethan-esque.
The first few looks—very British, well-tailored wide lapel blazers paired over short pleated skirts and dresses—were actually quite normal. Coordinated with knee-highs and flats (crocodile Mary Janes), they almost had a school girl look. (As did a black and white lace babydoll dress later in the show.)
Then a double-breasted blazer came down the runway and the sleeves started falling. So, a vest and arm warmers, then? After that, the looks were a little less “together.” A deconstructed white linen nightgown (not quite what we’d call a slip dress); a checked dickie paired with a black and white apron dress; a few nightgown-esque dresses were toughened up with really great-looking animal skin coats.
The show could without a doubt be described as theatrical—as is de rigueur for Edward Meadham and Benjamin Kirchhoff—but underneath all that were some very cool, very well-crafted garments.