Tue 20th September
There’s something quite comforting about turning on the TV on a Sunday afternoon – does anyone actually watch TV anymore? – to totally by chance find a Poirot drama playing. So there’s murder involved, but it’s twee English murder, committed in plush, champagne soaked surroundings. The reason for the Poirot tangent is that a Roksanda Illinic show fills you with the same sense of ease. It was also rather reminiscent of a Poirot heroine. Murderess on the English riviera. This seemed 1920’s leisurewear inspired. Muted, dusty shades of satin were free flowing, gently fluted, falling mid calf. Dresses and silk blouses were tied at the neck, the ties hanging freely down the back, to reveal a flash of nude skin. Wide trousers had go faster stripes down their length in contrasting colours adding a touch of sportiness to the lady like nature of the collection, an effect further heightened by the racer back style of some of the exits, that was nicely contrasted with sheer bell sleeves to retain that sense of 1920s femininity she does so well.
Photographs by Jason Lloyd-Evans
