Charlie Le Mindu by Andrea Peterson.
There’s precious little rest to be had over Fashion Week as anyone who’s involved will know. And so it was that I found myself hurriedly uploading a blog this morning before the Charlie Le Mindu show – having barely slept – when I saw a tweet from Matt saying that the queue was already huge. So it goes: it doesn’t matter what shitty time slot you have in the schedule, if you’re a big enough draw then they’ll be rolling out of their beds, dressed to the nines for the cameras.
Charlie Le Mindu by Jessica Singh.
So I chucked my slap on and rode like the wind, getting into Bloomsbury Square in just fifteen minutes albeit a bit sweatily, where I crashed past the poseurs. Take that, you fashion victims. See, I’m not even dressed wackily. Well, only in so far as I always dress in a *slightly* colourful and mismatched combination of high street and vintage 80s finds.
Charlie Le Mindu by Nani Puspasari.
I took my seat next to a five year old and two year old (with their parents OBVIOUSLY) – just some of many kids at this and other shows today – I think Sunday tends to bring the families out. I was a little concerned though, I have to say, when the pounding music started up and mum needed to cover the poor wee one’s ears. Tut tut. Your hearing never recovers from even the most minor damage and all that.
Charlie Le Mindu by Nani Puspasari.
Okay, you probably know that we like Charlie Le Mindu. He’s a lot of fun. Of course it’s never been about the clothes as such, though the blurb on his hand out did make me laugh. “Get your passports ready as Charlie jets you off in style with a perfect combination of sexy wigs and super hot, super wearable clothes and accessories.” Hang on, let’s just go through that once again. Super wearable? Am I thinking of the same designer? The one that covers his models head to toe in human hair as if it was some kind of exotic fur? And now that’s really got me thinking. Where on earth does one source all this hair from anyway? I’d love to do a little investigation and find out, for instance, how many nationalities made up the black pantaloon number with red leopard spots. And do you think they were shorn humanely?
All photography by Amelia Gregory.
Really though, what’s necessary with Le Mindu is just to set all rational thought aside, sit back and enjoy the show. A model bearing the headlamps of fast cars in her metallic gilded claws? Check. A pink poodle head headdress. Check. Lady Gaga-esque neon yellow wigs. Check.
Hang on, are the wigs on the heads made of human hair, or is it only for the dresses? That’s got me really confused.
Bubblegum pink floor length bubble hair skirts? Check. Flamingo accessories? Bare boobs and utterly smooth lady bottoms. Now there’s something to theorise over. No hair where there should be some, and mounds of someone else’s hair everywhere else. I think you’re getting the idea… bizarre, enjoyable, but also vaguely unsettling.
In retrospect a quick glance through my photos reveals that there were a few wearable swimsuits hidden amongst the eye popping spectacle. But they weren’t what I will remember this show for.
Of course, all of this was a joy to photograph and illustrate. So let’s just enjoy, eh? Til next time Charlie…
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