The Liner, The Clutch and The Wardrobe

Thanks to ShowStudio's live streaming loveliness, I have just finished watching Alexander McQueen's Spring-Summer 2010 show, from little old South London. Hardly Paris!

The overall feel of the collection, was of vicious, primal femininity, demonstrated with an image of sky-high hem-lines, smatterings of tulle and structured shoulders and hips which created tough alien-ballerina silhouette. Indeed, this was felt further through kaleidoscopic digital prints of both python, and stormy images, which looked not dissimilar to the fierce ice-maiden portrayed in Rodarte's Autumn-Winter 2009/10 collection.

As has been the case throughout the SS10 shows, ankle boots showed no sign of departure, which in this schizophrenic climate no matter what the season, I for one welcome whole-heartedly. McQueen's, with exaggeratedly rounded bridges, and vertiginous heels and platforms, not only nodded to fetishised Victoriana, but bore strong visual similarity to a ballerina on points, thus furthering the sense of Pavlova abducted by aliens and given a rock-chick make-over.

While the show was not draped in the dramatic pageantry that normally accompanies a McQueen show (glass boxes, parodied Dior and a bandaged Kate Moss), the giant mechanical cameras that prowled the stage alongside the models, more than hinted at the millions of beady eyes across the world, including my own, who were able to witness the show as it happened, which if you ask me, is quite the spectacle indeed!