Giles has been on a roll lately, producing drop dead gorgeous collections and putting on 'proper' fashion shows, the operative word there being 'shows'. The bigger the gown and the wilder the head piece the more fun he seems to be having (and us with him). Fun is another important word for him.
So, the opening black leather lattice dress, short, tight and sexy, and the white one that followed, were dresses you had fun in. Bold pink lips, hair down, go! But soon after the leather lattice dress came out longer, more intricate in the way it kicked at the hem and things got serious. A black and white ink splash print in a strapless long dress, origami-folded on top, was red carpet ready and so was a black full-skirt one, its fabric crinkled. In the grand setting of the Stationers Hall it all looked terribly sophisticated until Giles sent out a white yoke top over frilly French knickers, very naughty maid!
Now, you can't be Giles and send out a big gown with Pegasus printed on its big skirt without giggling behind your hands at how kitsch the mere mention of the super horse is! But it was gorgeous too and the way the hem was ruffled and lifted off the floor made it seem light as clouds - perfect for the white winged one. A smashed mirror print followed and some sequinned spiderweb dresses and Stephen Jones' brilliant fringed lampshade hats in vivid violet and silver. The finale dress, a long gown of black spiderweb leather over white organza peeking underneath the hem made it seem it was floating and the black bows that decorated its back made you wonder what Giles could do at a couture house.
Not that Giles himself had time to ponder that thought; was he racing Marc Jacobs as to who could stage the fastest fashion show ever? The show was over in no time and we were let back out on the wonderfully named Ave Maria Lane. Oh, Giles!
