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t the beginning of each London Fashion Week I always wonder what is going to be the injury of the season. Is it going to be elbow-related, other people’s pointy ones chicken-winging you out of the way? Or is it going to be heel-related? Someone else stepping on you in theirs or you ill-advisedly thinking you can still do a 12-hour day in a pair from the back of your cupboard? (Could you ever?)
Turns out this season it’s been shoulder-related. Not just any old shoulders, but those of the power coat, as seen most predictably on Anna Wintour, who’s been rocking a series of her trademark sharply tailored coats, but also, this time round, on a whole army of other mad (wo)men. It’s all felt rather like Madison Avenue in 1963 but with matcha lattes instead of martinis (sigh).
Call it cold-shouldering, call it hard-shouldering, but I have been subjected to a lot of it in the past few days. There’s nothing to make you give way during the shuffle/scuffle (schuffle?) in and out of shows better than a 92cm width of finest wool, cut to kill.
Marks & Spencer Collection, £179
