It’s 8.45 at Sloane Square and coffee is high on the list of requirements. Journalists arrived bright and early to a sunny Saatchi gallery this morning for Jasper Conran’s autumn/winter offering. The audience, a veritable who’s who of fashion journalism was condensed, split over two benches in an intimate, cool white setting. Being Saturday morning, some of fashion’s cutest children came to join in, sitting on Mummy’s knee, iPhone in hand.
The show opened with a chilled Mack the Knife as models with undone hair and barely there makeup – natural faces, bright lips – strode the runway in simple courts and Conran’s ever-elegant wares. His autumn/winter collection was summed up next to me as ‘stunning’. Should we be relegated to one word London fashion week reviews, ‘stunning’ may well suffice. But the devil is in the detail; Conran’s exquisite tailoring makes workwear exciting. Delicate nudes, sequin-encrusted shift dresses, below the knee skirts and the odd trouser made then coming season look very appealing as a Jasper Conran girl.
Sumptuous browns and navies made up another stage of the collection, warm polo necks ideal for the crisp morning we would be greeted with on exit from the gallery.
And the coats, oh the coats. One in every colour from Conran’s paint palette: rich camel, classic black, navy, nearly-neon orange and nude, naturally. A pale pink coat stole the show for me: utterly to die for.
There’s a whole work wardrobe at Jasper Conran: it’s not flashy and sassy but elegant and grown up. It’s something to get up for. And on the second day of London fashion week, the morning after it was rumoured Anna Wintour’s transatlantic flight was diverted to Newcastle – where? you say – a little grown up glamour is just what the doctor ordered.