LFW may have been and gone but I’ve barely had enough time to digest what I saw. After the chaos of running between shows and battling with ideas to geta report live, sometimes it’s possible to miss the point of what you’ve just seen and skim over the finer details in favour of moving on to what’s next. Therefore, after a whirlwind of fashion related events and escapades, my mind has finally had the time required to process what the hell happened this past week and has taken me back to the final day of the SS14 collections which began, rather beautifully I might add, with Tata Naka.
Set in the basement studio of Somerset House, and inconveniently (or is it conveniently?) situated next to the toilets, we were met with a vast number of people accidentally joining the largest queue of their lives for a quick pre show wee. Confusion aside, and once inside, a vivid show of colour and theatre awaited. Inspired by the work of Sergei Diaghilev and his famous Ballet Russes, the collection was presented as if on the grand stage, our role as spectators played upon to the greatest extent to allow a thorough interrogation of the designs.
This was a true performance, an explosion of colour, all set to the haunting sounds of the Bolero. Candy pinks, yellows and blues all interwoven with stars, spots and broken faces bobbed and weaved behind the curtain as the models revealed and concealed each garment, keeping the audience guessing. With such a deep investment in the ballet, it seemed fitting that each model stood pretty as a doll, with delicate sheers and colour block patchworks falling in deliberately feminine ways. Diaghilev’s costume fabrics were present in dot laden tulle, loose A-line fits and bodice inspired shapes.
Sweet pastels were broken by the zest of lemon yellows and soft orange, reptilian in texture and spread across off the shoulder separates, reminding my rumbling stomach of a childhood fruit salad sweet. More primary flashes cut through in busy prints, all swirling numbers and letters finished off with a mathematical feel, courtesy of hexagon trims, which take you away from drama class and back into geometry. All topped off with a sleek bun so in tune with the classic ballerina style, the drama of the stage is really brought to life in the finishing touches as the broken faces, so similar to comedy and tragedy, stand out on brogues and heels. Never failing to raise a smile, it’s fair to say that Tata Naka were the perfect start to a dismal day.