London Fashion Week Is Scary

It seems that the biggest trend emerging from London Fashion Week is BEING ABLE TO TERRIFY ME.
Seriously. I go from look to look covering my eyes with barely parted fingers and can hardly bring myself to click on the "next slide" button. But you know what? That's when fashion's at its best.
My favourite shows of the last couple of days: House of Holland's mind-searingly fluorescent plaids, eyepatches-and-antlers extravaganza (Agyness Deyn as the bride to the left), and Gareth Pugh's apocalyptic samurai black tar-dripping infectious origami night terror. (He's gotta be one of my top 5 favourite designers because his vision is so intriguing and he never, ever compromises it. And so young!)






They make a beautiful couple...
Lordy.
I have to say, the amount of plaid that House of Holland put out is nothing less than SHOCKING. Were they sent a bunch of blue plaid by mistake when they ordered their fabrics? "Well, since we've spent all of our money and we ended up with this, I suppose that we'll just use it for our new collection! Plaid is the new black, right?"
I'm confused by the antlers... and eyepatch? She's like a punky Otherkin. s: