In the warming glow of the red walls, covered in photos of the incredible artists who have played in the venue since its opening in 1942, models hung out on stage, pouting, chatting and moving to the music.
All looked as though they could have been members of a band in the club’s heyday; they channelled a rebellious, Shirley Manson vibe, draping themselves over one another in a defiant stance of sisterhood, kicking out their Converse and chewing on the arms of their sunglasses.
As expected, kilts were the centre stage of the collection, but not as we know them. Once again, designer Samantha McCoach has put her refreshing spin on the traditional Scottish garb. Plain pleated camels sat next to snakeskin-effect leathers, in all different lengths. Tweeds became monochrome, channelling 90s chic.
The kilts were accompanied by simple tops, draping casually with threads hanging in a beautiful state of disarray. Tailored jackets and completed the look, epitomising the contrast in the aesthetically girly yet fierce attitude of punk, and the women who championed it.
It was difficult to leave the loud darkness of the club, finishing up a whisky cocktail which perfectly befitted the ambience of the event, and rejoin commuters and shoppers in the comparatively dull real world. Yet knowing that, somewhere below London’s most famous shopping street, punk is alive and well and will live on through Le Kilt’s collection brought a great deal of satisfaction to the rest of my journey - and the desire to pull out my tartan.