english eccentrics: spot the difference

I've been thinking about the little documentary that student Emma Allen & her friends are doing on British fashion, and how it's different from other regions. Maybe I'd feel this way wherever I lived, because I'd be looking for it, but it seems to me that what's going on in fashion right now, and this might not just be London, is a permission to be eccentric. To take classic concepts, to beg, borrow, and especially, steal, from every era that came before us. And then make it our own. With our own deeply held preferences for colour and texture, and our own collective references to a past that could well be before our mothers' or even grandmothers', time.

Case in point: this one shot of an anonymous girl @ fashion week. This is clearly 2009, but in pattern and texture, there are references as far back as that golden British era, between the Wars. It's Classics meets Alice In Wonderland, only she forgot her skirt. These are my favourite colours, by the way. And I love the way it's Day One of fashion week and she's sticking her hair in a thing. THAT takes total confidence! I bet she's gorgeous. Or at the very least, happy in her own skin. And that's where true style is born.