How can I summarize the visual fireworks we experienced? Nope, I can't.
Perhaps these photos will let you in on something exciting, enticing, inviting... A week of fun, a week of play. Something as sweet and carefree as is this picture.
A week of elegance it was, also. An unforgettable week of new horizons. So many things I realized, found, discovered. Around and inside myself. Somerset House. Like an ancient palace, so vibrant with life. I loved this place. * And the Hippy Princesses, the Punk Ladies, the Oriental Orchids, all those fashion scouts, bloggers, journalists, tv-crews, designers... I could have sat there in Somerset House all day, just taking it all in. * * * This lady below ooooozed such effortless chic glow that all the photographers just made a run for it when she walzed in... * * Did I mention the quirkyest shoes? They made a grand entrance as well. London proved it... Shoewise, I'm hopelessly unfashionable. * Finally, a little something familiar.. Something icy cool, that's what these ladies were.. * * * * It seemed as if the whole city was dressed up in these panels. How can I summarize this experience that was the Fashion Week? It feels like trying to put London into words. Impossible. Something out of boundaries. New, raw, edgy, even rough. Eversoslightly punk. Experimental, somewhat out there. Bold, rather than pretty. It's so easy to breathe in London. Everything goes. ~*♥*~
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