Two days ago this post would have been a different beast. It was going to be called ‘Skin Coloured’, and assure you unequivocally that spring/summer’s hottest hue is ‘Muted Melanoma’. Then Harry Connick Jr made us see the trend so strong in Vienna and Copenhagen in a whole new light. We mean, way. A tone reflecting the complexion of a percentage of the population, but by no means inferring superior intelligence or value, is next summer’s must-have. Sounds sexy, dun’t it? We have editorial adoration for the stiff leather shorts in Caucasian Suntan at Vilsbol de Arce, and jumped out of our dermises for Presque Fini’s fringed frock. If you can’t come at getting about in the pseudo-nuddy, opt instead for a faux finger necklace from quirky contemporary jewelstress Margaux Lang. Maybe massage some Ambre Solaire into the knuckles before wearing. (Not that there’s anything wrong with being white. Er, we mean faded.)
Riding escalators between the eight sparse-but-thematic floors at Tokyo’s virgin Opening Ceremony flagship, we imagined the architect’s rationalisation of spending a good portion of the budget on cubby houses and a candy pink kitchen.
Will US post boxes really sell more handbags? Well no, but…
That’s the thing with tricked-up retail environments. We imagine the designers of the Shibuya space, formerly housing Movida, explaining they’d aimed to lead shoppers on a journey of exploration and interaction with the diverse product offering in themed concept areas that eschewed the hallmarks of a ‘shop’. They’d be encouraged to linger, but never approached. Japanese consumers are suffocated by so-called ‘service’ and many don’t actually like to be coddled, they’d reckon.
We were rapt to find Camilla Skorvgaard’s AW09/10 clodhoppers in the mix and imagine a solid local market. But at close to US1,000, we weren’t inspired to, um, interact with them.
Heard this week that the first successful limb transplant recipient can put his arm above his head, which got us thinking of joining the waiting list for an extra few legs (with feet on the ends, obviously). That’s about the only way we imagine getting through the catalogue of covetable shoes for next spring/summer, shown at the recent northern European fashion weeks. We’re reckoning Minimarket’s fierce black platform-wedge ankle boots at the front, Fifth Avenue Shoe Repair’s violet-y wedges up back, and EnD’s lifeboat-like cobalt ankle huggers in the centre. We’d also order an extra-long pair of pins and throw on Minimarket’s blue suede brogues (with the season’s skew towards seriously swollen soles, wouldn’t want to be lopsided or anything).
Hey from Stockholm! After a fraught 24 hours threatening the hotel owner, we’re finally back online (not that we’ve had much time to sit down since we arrived in this magnificent, water-flanked city). As we’re waiting on PR pics from the first night’s show by Swedish label Saga Lova, let’s move on to the show at the Mode Center (above), where countless brands are showcased in adjacent glass booths for buyers to peruse and editors to pull. Chocolate cake to the power of 1,000,000. Especially the CCDK showroom, where we got to play with the Karen by Simonsen ss10 collection. Lust!
Alas, we’re not so inspired by the four key themes presented, which dredged up last summer’s most overdone trends – ombre, fringing and prairie frocks. Still, Australia does tend to be a season ahead due to the seasonal upside-down, upside-down ness, so we’re hoping that explains it. We can’t bear to think that the Scandinavians aren’t the sartorial seers we imagine.
As promised, you can now read our Copenhagen trend report, which reflects the ss10 trends as seen in Berlin, Amsterdam and Copenhagen. Because we just can’t get enough of Scandinavian style, Fashion Platz is crossing the archipelago to Stockholm’s ‘other’ fashion week. From Wednesday to Sunday we’ll be popping into showrooms, pretending we speak Swedish at cocktails (so Sven, which ikea tv cabinet do you have?), and catching a couple of shows (we’re particularly keen on Camilla Wellton). We’re also praying to find a pair of platform wedge boots like Acne’s, within our pauper’s budget. Thankfully our hotel has free wi-fi (it would want to at the price), so we’ll keep you posted daily, as usual. Speak soon x
Lugging a laptop and camera is wearing thinner than a model’s ankle, so we thought we’d take it out on the ridiculousness of the past few days at Copenhagen Fashion Week. Plaits sitting like doggy-got-into-the-sennetabs on hats at Wood Wood, flesh coloured pull-ups at Vilsbol de Arce, and no that cling wrap is not invisible m’dear (Fifth Avenue Shoe Repair). Thankfully the clashing primary-coloured sockies at Fifth Ave and Minimarket returned us to the lighter side. Houston, we have a t-r-e-n-d.