It may have been held in the sick, twisted early hours of the morning (yes, 9am definitely fits into that category), but Agi and Sam refused to let us sail through their A/W14 fashion show with bleary eyes and foggy morning-after brains. We were roused up into an excitable frenzy by a group of live drummers - setting us up for the perfect synergy of Western and African culture - and the sea of desperately expectant iPhones and iPads flew into the air as the first beat hit. The collection was interweaved with subtle political commentary: a monochrome, tailored background formed the general body of the collection, with accents such as traditional skirts, corporation logos and chalk lines allowing the fabric to speak words. Our job was to hear them over our hangover headaches.
Whilst, upon unravelling the message behind the Watu Nguvu show, a great amount of understanding and appreciation could be derived - some aspects of the collection were just a little too literal for me: namely pointing fingers at that which can only be described as a buoyancy jacket. Those clasps should never, ever be seen on a catwalk, surely? Maybe I just hadn't had enough coffee, maybe I'm not open-minded enough, but some things will just never be fashionable. Boating gear aside, the bulk of the line was beautifully made, all class with its hints of mixed culture - though perhaps a little less blatant next season, Agi and Sam?