Itâs a cliché that dark economic times always bring out the best in London, but thereâs a truth to it. Mainly because itâs the prime London designer rule
that you must be yourself, and when the economic chips are down, you just go stronger and louderâas Vivienne Westwood, John Galliano, and Alexander McQueen all did. Multiculturalism is an equal part of Londonâs creative superpower as a fashion city as its individualism. You just canât make trends out of that (quiet luxury is a baffling concept), but we did see JW Anderson come out with total clarity, almost a brutishly brilliant youth-driven skit on old timer Britishness, and Erdem, passionately focusing on everything he believes in with his decoratively undone tribute to Maria Callas. Thereâs zero similarity between those twoâneither of whom have anything in common with Paolo Carzana, the young gently poetic Welsh firebrandâexcept that, 20 years ago, both Erdem and Jonathan Anderson also started up, pretty much penniless, fueled like Carzana is today, by hope and vision.
I couldnât get to everything, but I want to make one last important point. If you scroll through Vogue Runwayâs coverage, youâll see collections by 17 independent women designers, from Emilia Wickstead to Dilara Findikoglu, Simone Rocha to Dimitra Di Petsa, Sinead OâDwyer to Molly Goddard, Ahluwalia to Tolu Coker, Roksanda Ilincic to Robyn Lynch, and Masha Popova to Kazna Asker. Something else about what that list means to London: These designers represent their connections with Greece, Turkey, Ireland, China, Serbia, Nigeria, India, Ukraine, and many more countries. You donât have to look very far to know that Londonâs fashion energy thrives because of the very fact weâre not Little Britain.âSarah Mower