Emma Hill was gone. Cara designed three bags obviously aimed to her age-group (thought I often wonder how those kids can buy a £1000+ designer bag as if it was something they could casually pick from Tesco). Victoria Beckham admitted that she would love to design her own shoe collection. TopShop sent down a collection of looks that made me think of past Carven, Wang, Vuitton with a touch of Blumarine (though I should probably add at this point that I will want to try some of those clothes once they are available). Both Erdem and Mary Katrantzou (why, Mary, why? You were SO good at what you were doing before, so one of a kind!) found their inspiration in some of the recent Valentino designs (with Mary's also resembling earlier Paco Rabanne collections) and Temperley just took me back to Alberta Ferretti... The hair on my head kept standing up and moving against my will. I wanted to cry.
Burberry Prorsum was my last hope and fortunately, Christopher Bailey didn't disappoint. Not just that, he made me feel happy.
Burberry is very close to my heart. Literally. We live a short drive away from Thomas Burberry's place of birth, so it's not just the clothes I am emotionally attached to, but the history of the brand and its creator, too. Add the other elements I cannot live without - silk scarves, cashmere, trenches covered in hand-painted flower motives to turn them in a wearable art form, and you just hit every single spot in me.
Bailey certainly hinted us what the collection would be like by including some of the details in his Pre-Fall back in November, but being a good designer, he surprised everyone beyond any expectations.
Brocades became bigger and bolder, romantic dresses changed shapes, but remained youthful and coquettish hiding behind silk and cashmere scarves, lightweight organdie trenches or cozying under scrumptious layers of shearling jackets and lambs wool coats cinched with a belt. And everything, absolutely everything, from those floaty stoles to the suede open toe booties, were covered in blooms resembling aquarelles, oil canvas and folk art combined...
Not only Christopher Bailey kept me sane, he also made me dream. And I loved him for that.