London really likes its patterns. I also need to point out whoever that is wearing a bright yellow... hat? wig? ... in the front row.
London also seems to like its nipples. But then again, fashion as a whole loves nipples, probably for artsy important reasons I'm too much of a Philistine to understand.
Something has crawled out of the trash bag...
Heeeeeere comes the briiiiide... all sad and snide...
Can't you see Diane Kruger getting off a boat at a film festival wearing this, with Pacey holding an umbrella in one hand and reaching for her with the other?
The one situation where pants don't help.
I am going to rent an office just so I can show up to work somewhere looking like this.
This does, however, feel a bit like someone fell asleep on a Burberry scarf and woke up inspired.
She is playing a tree in a second-grade play.
She is playing a fabric store in a second-grade play.
I enjoy a hit of yellow. Look at me being all nice!
Oy.
I really love this color but this dress does not take kindly to, you know, movement.
That pattern looks like the carpet at my local bounce-house birthday-party place.
Good grief.
GOOD GRIEFIER.
I like chevrons, but usually more than just one. Instead, this one just seems to be pointing down at the rest of the outfit, as if to say, "I KNOW, RIGHT????"
This makes me want to be on a hotel balcony in the tropics, sipping a beverage that has umbrellas and fruit in it.
That structure is very precise and cool. And I hear if you strum her chest it makes lovely music.
That is cute though. It appears to zip all the way up the front, which almost never works on real people in real life, but whatever. That won't be my problem.
Listen, I love the letter H as much as the next Heather, but that doesn't mean it needs to be draped all over her bosom.
Intriguing to look at, crazy to wear.
She looks so uncomfortable. Which is weird because of all the clothes in London this seems like one of the least challenging.
Another front zip. Also, London has been REALLY into asymmetrical hemlines.
This feels sexy-caftanic in a way that makes me wish, say, Joan Allen had a reason to work the awards circuit.
You left your bib on, kid. Hopefully you left your underwear on as well.
Whoa. It's like an armored 1980s workout suit.
That dress might be neat, though. The sleeves on the jacket are interesting on the runway but I don't think people on the red carpet a) make a practice of wearing jackets, or b) want their forearms to look swollen.
I looked at this and thought of Whitney Port. Probably not what the designer was going for...