LC:M Christopher Shannon SS15

Christopher Shannon has guts and gusto, obviously. They are just a couple of the qualities that only last week won him the title of the first winner of the new GQ/BFC Designer Menswear Fund, but there is other things to, like the sans press release arrangement at his ballsy SS15 show on the first day of LC:M. Instead, upon taking ones seats, you would have found it hard not to notice the fanzine-esque flyer dedications to the late Louise Wilson OBE, a statement artistic sentiment in itself.

Wilson’s reputable no-nonsense deportment wafted stoutly through today’s show as well, a street-tough, street-sexy and street-smart punch in the gut.  Nineties noggins bobbed fiercely down the catwalk, with bodies clad initially in crude over-processed typography that whispered sour nothings, siphoning into urbanite contempo sweat ranges.

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Taking it back to a symbolical ‘teenage bedroom’, as the hearsay went, tent-style shorts seen throughout bought about testosterone-y hormonal nostalgia in what was generally though, a relatively simplistic collection. Granted, there was a level of abstract patchwork prints on shirts, fractured with peekaboo cheek cut-outs in some instances and becoming distinctly frenzied in comparison to linear teenage dirt-bag stripes that made the odd appearance. There may not of been any major surface statements this season, but each angst besprinkled youth-revolt element evinced tomorrow’s designer, who’s unscrupulously carving out his own niche one step ahead of us as he goes.

by Liam Feltham

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