Two Fashion Weeks down, two to go! London was, as usual, the wild card of the group, with a number of up-and-comers fresh out of Central Saint Martins showing their designs on the runways. Tales of fabulous parties in hole-in-the-wall pubs filled with drunken, dancing (Br)it-girls make me want to say things like “What’s all this, then?” in a (really bad) faux-British accent! Let’s get this party started: Houndstooth and checks and tweeds, oh my! Traditional English gear...