LONDON--Pete Burns perched at the end of the next row, a man with a face full of piercings gave interviews to cameras behind us, and Boy George rocked up at the last moment, latex-clad companion in tow. Must be the Vivienne Westwood Red Label show….
This season, the Dame pitched her circus in the cathedral-like Royal Courts of Justice. The lofty setting called for anarchic fashion on a grand scale, and Westwood delivered. Her beauty alone included hair trained into crown headpieces, smeary, slept-on clown makeup; and one leprotic-looking gold-leafed face. If Topshop took its inspiration from 101 Dalmations, it was Westwood’s models who got Cruella’s eyebrows—or at least one each.
For all the outre styling, the clothes were Westwood classics. There were corset-topped, bustle-backed dresses, black velvet shorts suits fit for Mary Poppins on her night off, and knits that obliquely alluded to the Union Jack. Few dresses were shorter than knee-length.
Westwood gives good coat, and last night was no exception. Best of all were a hitched-up number with asymmetric appeal and a more classic bias-cut wool coat. Just the thing for some daring defendant to wear to her next court date, you might say.
**Photos by Imaxtree.