Kate and I had lunch today at one of our must-visit destinations in London: the mozzarella bar on the second floor of Selfridges.
This gave us a great view of some of the concessions. Stella McCartney and Alexander McQueen had some beautiful pieces, but I got the biggest eyeful from the Gucci store, which was just bizarre in a more-money-than-sense way.
I can see what they were trying to do with these two dresses but whatever they looked like on paper they don't really work in practice. The one on the left is like what a Samurai Kylie robot would wear to the Cotton Club; the one on the right, MC Hammer at a Lion King-themed fancy dress party. And they looked worse in the flesh than this photo indicates.
There seems to be a fashion thing at the moment for these hanging-crotch Hammertime women's pants. Sitting outside the waiting rooms while Kate tried things on at Cos on Regent Street, a woman drifted by wearing a sort of baggy babygro in pleated white muslin. It wasn't Issey Miyake, but it looked vay vay expensive. And I couldn't help thinking she should have accessorised with the head from a polar bear costume.
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