
I can't believe Tara's last exhibition was in June! Where has this year flown?.....................


Here is Laura Bradley who has just spent her last day working as Fashion Features Editor at SHOWstudio. Its been a full circle of 4 years since she entered the mirrored hall of Ironmonger Row in Nov 2005 and left through the Shop door of Bruton Place. Of course there was an interim of her degree where she created the best magazine I own in my weighty archive (that is giving one corner of my bedroom subsidence). The Fashion Almanac has been on hold whilst she dedicated her energies to SHOW, but little trickles of collection equations can be found via her twitter to feed your appetite for reference recipes: "Holiday Postcards + Crisp Packets + Post-it Notes + Prada S/S 2010 = Maison Martin Margiela S/S 2010".


Hannah Marshall Show Report by Naomi Attwood
The Old Sorting Office, re-named the Redbull Fashion Factory, is a venue with very special fashion vibes, because Vivienne Westwood held her first ever shows here back in the day. Anyway, it’s a charming and quite democratic space for a fashion show, since the catwalk is triangular, rather than straight up and down means each row gets a better view of the models and the outfits process for rather longer than usual . . . so you really get your money’s worth, whatever your status, front row or standing.
Hannah Marshall was one of the most eagerly anticipated shows this season and the spectacle was suitably dramatic, with industrial beats blaring out as the lights went down.
Marshall is known for her addiction to black minimal outfits sans decoration, pattern or colour which allow their strong, architectural outlines to do the talking. This collection was no exception and the shapes that were left imprinted on the assembled press, buyers and fans were as followed:
Rectangular, thanks to padded shoulders on loose fitting blouses (in silk) and boxy, below the hip blazers (in black leather) that had been built up to the size of shoe boxes.
Egg timer, due to the body-con mini dresses, constructed of beautiful mesh panels inserted into leather structures. One even featured two jet-encrusted spikes, pointing down from the hip bones.
Chaka Khan, with gorgeous flowing high-waisted pants paired with cropped bustiers creating the next erogenous zone du jour – slice of tummy betwixt the belly button and ribcage. Erin O Connor closed the show in her sparkly-topped version while Fred particularly admired the violet version of this (plus the giant-shouldered suede jacket) of the same colour.
Triangular, which took a number of forms, such as a mini-dress with built up shoulders that were not padded, but constructed from intricate pleats on the outside of the sleeves, as well as another ingeniously constructed folded fin from the nape of the neck to the lumbar on the back of another dress and some more Elizabethan inspired shapes, with the emphasis on the hips.
As the entire gang of models paraded to finish the show, Erin clasping the designer’s hand and leading her around, the bleak music changed to the Rolling Stones’ rousing ‘Paint It Black’. Whoever said minimalists don’t have a sense of humour? A stunning show, and plenty to think about before the coming season starts in reality.

Er..........this post is really very tenuous but basically GO AND BY ARENA HOMME PLUS NOW. Ive only just been tipped off about it and so glad I didn't miss it (thanks Reuben!). The whole issue is dedicated to the memory and work of Ray Petri...............with a wealth of contributors who have amassed a mag full of great imagery and text. There is one profile of Judy Blame shot in his home by Juergen Teller...........