Elsewhere in London: Johanna Parv and Ashish

All that has been said, it was the weakest London Fashion Week For several years, in the frustrated markets, global obstacles, Brexit Injuries, a fashion funeral and fatigue is a general idea. Two collections on Monday, however stood – Johanna Parv and Blessing

Johanna Parv: London’s most colleague collection

Johanna Parv, a London-based designer is always valuable to verify, is an Estonian who produces activation that looks very great. He didn’t do any event, but his collection still seemed to be the most relevant and closely in London.

Parv’s original ideas often come from cycling, which gives him a multi-fravant twist. For the next winter, he showed great camolled pants in a crushing nylon, great co-aid fashion that was hyper-functional and stylish.
Although its appropriate new teky fence-mandarin cotton cotton shirts with pick collars, side pockets and rear reflexible sign were great.

He cut off the Nylon Line with great cantilevard velocity trousers in the Italian Wool Gabardin that completely hung it. And to see its technology vent blazers, they can work in a club, boardroom, cocktail or gym – decides what a great designer Johanna Parv thinks.

We will say again that Johanna Parv, CEO of a big active sports giant, should be their creative director. He has so much talent.

Ashish: fashion, not fascism

Delhi-born designer Ashusha’s Glitz and Blitz Party unveiled some confusion on Monday at 4.30am.

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Stacks with great live DJ Name Bestley were staged inside the basement of the 180’s showroom, it was really help at Friday night shows during the morning. As the catwalk dancing around, the flying balloons welcome guests to read “Welcome” or “Walk of Shame”.
Opening with a cheeky blood-orange column, degree silver sequin cocktail and fisheng tights and opening with a cheek with a white T-shirt-not in “mode”. GoodAshish and its cheeks are cliaarly, they are smoke in transparent clothing finished with power pop stars, or shiny Channel-Style suit, jackets were open to reveal the mini black bras.
His sons were also fairly rogue: wearing bover boots, pink sequin nickers and crew neck sweaters are reading “pig”; Or Nickers and Black Sequine shouted at the top: “Wow, what a spark show”.

See the catwalk

A mocked monk in the skirt, the alpine sweater and the cord belt fell on a cardboard with a net penis, “near The End”.
The collection has identified the latest voice in the fashion against Trump’s executive order and Meloni laws, and the Meloni laws aimed at LGBT rights, ended with another sequinted top that had read “fascism”.