‘Do you know zee way to the show?’ asks a wispy babe with a mane of caramel-coloured hair and cheekbones you could open a beer bottle with. ‘Oh yes, follow me,’ I advise, dashing across a sunny Holland Park to the Christopher Kane show, a bit bleary-eyed for partying too hard late last night. Through my fog, I fast realise she is not like me: she is very young, utterly gorgeous and looks like she has a BMI of about 18.5. ‘You’re modelling? I ask. ‘Yes,’ she smiles, revealing she’s Polish and represented by Next Models. How Tessa Jowell would be wagging her finger at this creature. ‘What do you think about all this BMI/size zero furore?’ I ask sheepishly. ‘OOOOOOOOh My God, it’s sooooo pathetic. I mean it’s insulting – we are being victimised,’ she squeals. ‘I’ve always been thin since I was a teenager. I eat and I do my job well. Some jobs you have to speak a language; if you are a model you have to stay slim and look after yourself – it’s part of the job,’ she scowls. ‘What do you say to people who say you are too thin?’ I say. ‘I ask them why they are so fat! I mean obesity is a much bigger problem than being too thin’ she smirks and slips of to get ready for the show. Well, she’s got a point. This seems to be the sentiment among the capital’s model population at the moment.
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Ten minutes later, inside the show and the lights go bright, the music starts and whoosh, a parade of more equally gorgeous girls slink down the catwalk in a succession of fluro-coloured body hugging dresses. Kane has been touted by Vogue and co as one of London’s hottest new designers to emerge in yonks. So, what a relief that his debut show for Fashion Week was a huge hit - our favourite show of the week so far, in fact. The 23-year-old Scottish Central Saint Martins graduate, who works from his studio in Dalston and consults for Versace, dished out exquisitely made tightly fitted dresses, tops and sassy pleated chiffon mini skirts that signify a fresh new form of glamour. Kane seems to have a lightness of touch and dexterity that is bound to get him very far indeed: you can see why Donatella Versace loves him. So far so good.
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| ragga drag queen Laquisha Jonz |
Next stop the Zandra Rhodes show - to which I hitch a taxi with the Vogue.com crew - where Rod Stewart’s daughter Kimberley is looking all Barbie-doll in the front row (was that a babydoll dress she was wearing?). Like Biba, Rhodes hasn’t shown on the London catwalk for a couple of decades, and her ethereal, kaleidoscopic clothes seemed perfectly to fit in with fashion’s upbeat new vibe for next summer. The hits? Her signature kaftans in a rainbow of electric colours: canary yellow, emerald green and bubble-gum pink, which perfectly capture the spirit of summer. Hilarious ragga drag queen and ‘Rubbish’ magazine’s accessory editor, Laquisha Jonz, is sitting in front of me. ‘So, what did you think of the show?’ I ask her. ‘Very colourful but ultimately unwearble,’ she says in her faux LA ghetto drawl. ‘But I DID like those big bangles.’ And off she waddles in her red velour tracksuit and bling bling gold chains.