I left New York early to attend a lecture by Dr. Norman Doidge at the London School of Economics. When I finish his second book I will write a post about the theory of neuroplasticity. It’s beyond fascinating. The research and patient studies from the past fifty years have proven a way to cure any brain-related damage, from learning disabilities, to autism, to strokes, to OCD. And it doesn’t involve medicine. It’s all in our mind. Anyways, more about that later.
I hadn’t been to London Fashion Week in years! I used to go to do castings for designers like Sass & Bide and Dion Lee, and I would try to see a couple of shows here and there. Even though I lived there when I attended the London College of Fashion in 1996, I dreaded going back because of the weather. I have yet to find a way to be stylish when it rains. I hate holding umbrellas and trying to get in a taxi without getting wet. My hair gets frizzy and the seams of my pants are basically mopping the streets. Yeah, screw that.
But anyways, since I wasn’t going to Paris, I thought I should at least try it again. And I’m happy I did. The shows in London are proportionally more fun and refreshing. And it seems I have more friends there than I thought I did. There is this comforting absence of egotism and snobbery. The stand-out shows for me were Emilia Wickstead – feminine and classy with a retro twist – and JW Anderson – I was never a fan of the 80s but I was brutally awakened and converted by look three! I also love the deconstructive presentation of Toga and the tiny, tiny, tiny space Danielle Romeril chose to show her collection.
But the most surprising thing? It didn’t rain.