Bora Aksu. He’s a Turkish born fashion designer. He studied at Central St Martins, got sponsorship from NewGen (they’re the guys who help fledgling designers find their feet) a bunch of times and has shown his collections right here in Blightly ever since.
What was his show like?
Getting leathered with the Victorians just about sums it up.
Because the shapes were very Victorian. Big puffy leg o’ mutton sleeves, high collars, and some very tight corsets.
Corsets? That’s a bit last century isn’t it?
Restrictive, I know, but they did look pretty good though. One was worn over an ivory lace sleeveless blouse and a navy pencil skirt, it was very cool in a burlesque dancer underwear-on-display kind of way. The thing is, if you’re paying homage to that era, you’ve got to have a bit of boning. I don’t think anyone’s saying we should all start wearing corsets all the time again.
Oh, good. What else was there?
Like I said, shed loads of leather. Grey cropped tailored jackets in leather; corseted coats with panels of fur; a navy and black petal shaped caped in, you guessed it, leather. A flyer on every seat at the show explained that Aksu has been working with the Turkish Leather council.
That explains it then.
There was plenty of femininity as well, in the delicate chiffon overlays on swishy A-line dresses and, towards the end, the plummy colours of knee-length skirt suits and printed dresses. There were also a good few high-necked sheer and white blouses paired with neckties that had a turn of the century school mistress vibe about them.
So not a lot of skin on show?
Actually, there was one midriff bared between a tight navy jacket and skirt combo, but this is a winter collection after all.
True. So would you actually want to wear any of it?
Me, not so much, but I can see an hourglass-figured girl loving the corsetry and pencil skirts, plus Jessa from Girls would go wild for the frothy white chiffon dress so voluminous it was sort of like a christening dress for a grown up.
Did you see any celebs?
Yes, Kate Nash was surrounded by popping flashbulbs as David Bowie’s ‘Fame’ was on the soundsystem, which seemed pretty apt to me. The photogs were papping the heck out of someone else too. I gleaned by eavesdropping the people sat in front of me that she was Lianne La Havas, a singer apparently. I tell you, I just can’t keep up with all these new-fangled celebs. I bet it wasn’t like this in Victorian times.