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Two down, two to go. London Fashion Week came to an end Tuesday afternoon, and not without some regret on our part. For five days, designers showed us riots of color (Roksanda's acid-toned furs, Mary Katrantzou's sorbet pinks and deep violets), texture (Roksanda and Mary again, Erdem, Burberry) and print (Michael van Der Ham's layered floral jacquards and chiffons, Preen's lumberjack checks and florals, Ashish's camo on argyle). The shows awed us (Erdem's dilapidated post-war interior set, Hunter's orange-piped waterfalls, Burberry's usual assemblage of celebrity) and made us laugh (thank you, Anya Hindmarch, for your 100 singing men). Some complained the collections were too commercial. But what's wrong with showing clothes in attractive colors and luxurious textures that don't require a fashion education to appreciate -- and having some old-fashioned fun in the process?

Read on our for what we saw on day five.

Ashley Williams

We've been smitten with Ashley Williams for a while now, beginning a couple seasons ago with her attitude-y stuffed animal handbags that reached out to the young girl in us. Williams's fall 2015 presentation had plenty of that girly stuff, but we were admittedly a bit distracted by the star-heavy casting -- Georgia May Jagger opened and Alice Dellal closed the show -- and all the unfortunate front row chatter about the "unmodel-like" size of Dellal's thighs. Oh, and the appearance of Scout Willis, also seated front row.

When that all died down, the clothes? To be clear, there is nothing haute, clinical or revolutionary going on here; Williams just stuck to her script, and that is -- surprisingly -- ok. Puerile, girly fun apparently does have a lot of appeal outside of Harajuku, hence her popularity in so-called "sophisticated" cities like London and New York. After all, whatever city you are in, regardless of age, sometimes, a girl just wants to braid her bestie's hair, snuggle up to her stuffed toys and eat raw Pillsbury's cookie dough. This collection was the fashion equivalent of that. There were great "rock stud"-like shoes, fluffy pink coats, slogan sweaters, vinyl looks, ripped jeans, and the now-requisite Paddington hats. The only thing that was missing was a sense of newness: It all seemed a bit House of Holland-ish, with no real depth or conveyance of something new. Was that the strategy? Stick to what you know? In other words, Williams not only hit a sugar rush, but rode it mercilessly. This is probably why she has collaborated with Coca-Cola this season on a collection for Browns. As a self-confessed Diet Coke junkie and decidedly non-fashion snob, there is nothing wrong with that. -- Afsun Qureshi

Anya Hindmarch

Anya Hindmarch knows how to put on a good show. The handbag designer, recognized for her quirky sense of humor and appropriation of icons of mass culture (last season, cereal boxes; the season before, stickers), deposited a large LED screen with roadway footage as a backdrop to the runway, over which traffic signals and speed limits flashed in neon. Models, walking solo or in trios, came out in service uniforms and knit jumper and skirt sets, paired with colorful fox fur jackets with arrows and racing stripes, mink scarves with smiley faces and traffic signals, and ladylike leather satchels emblazoned with arrows, "STOP," "GO" and no-smoking signs. The fur and the knitwear weren't just for show; both will be produced as an extension of Hindmarch's existing accessories lineup. Amusing as the accessories were, it was the finale -- 100 men from the London Gay Men's chorus, who walked out in orange construction workers' uniforms singing -- that had us flat-out laughing and amazed. From a performance perspective, it was the highlight of LFW for sure. -- Lauren Indvik

Michael van der Ham

It's fortunate that the British Fashion Council moved Michael van der Ham's show slot -- previously the hour before Burberry on Monday -- because his clothes deserve to be seen. And seen up close. For fall, van der Ham showed a lineup of dresses, knits and separates that, while not exciting in their shapes per se, were beautiful for their selection of fabrics (largely floral-printed organza and metallic jacquard), and the way they were collaged, layered, pleated, ruffled. Women searching for tasteful, dressy evening clothes will find plenty to like here. -- Lauren Indvik

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Helen Lawrence

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Christopher Raeburn

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The lingerie pieces and the full-on fire engine red looks all told a story of no-holds barred sex in its most feral, gurning form -- take that, "Fifty Shades."  The models also sported multi-coloured mohawk-ish hair similar to the 'do sported by the show's super stylist, Anna Trevelyan. When Ashish took his bow in a sweatshirt (that had "pussy" written out in sequins), the crowd surged up as if Tom Brady had just clinched a Super Bowl touchdown. Ashish has tapped into a feeling, hitting upon a formula that cannot be taught or explained. -- Afsun Qureshi 

H by Hakaan

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