This show headed into the City of London, and I am not sure the normal residents were quite prepared to be descended on by the Fashion Pack. I had a message from one bewildered friend saying, "are you lot near by, there are swarms of LFW cars" Â and the looks of astonishment from the suited and booted whose general happy colour is grey, especially when they stumbled upon Anna Della Russo in her finest Prada.
brilliant sunshine outside the Kane venue
I digress, back to the wonder of Kane. The invitation was a reflective silver card, a clue perhaps? It was, of sorts, shimmering metallics paraded down the expansive and lengthy runway, cut into origami style with sharp folds and corner.
Organza, laser printed and appliqued with flowers were the middle section of the show and they flowing into jewel encrusted jeans, tops and denim hot pants. The final pieces were a smarter look of the jewels - fitted white shirts and dresses.
The only down point were the shoes, home made by Mr Kane himself, from pool sliders. I am not convinced but then I will probably turn and find myself parading the streets in my very own pair.