Lou Dalton picked up somewhere near where Christopher Shannon left off yesterday – in the blissed-out, euphoric haze of a Balearic dawn. It was a bit of a jump to make, for a bleary-eyed fashion crowd, straggling through Bloomsbury on a damp London morning – but the mood was quick to take hold. Misty, billowing parkas and anoraks, t-shirts and fine knits printed with warped madras checked in pumpkin and cobalt blue, and fine monochrome Prince of Wales checks combined into a wardrobe that touched all the designer's usual bases: lean shapes, soft tones, and deconstructed tailoring infused with sportswear details. Hunched blousons and slouchy utility pockets softened the collection's outlines, disrupting the breezy rhythms of Dalton's loose layers.
Overall, it was notably freer and easier and lighter, in line with a London-wide mood which seems to be shifting further and further away from traditional dress code constraints. In the designer's own words, the collection was for “men who love clothes, and all the memories their clothing evokes;” she could have just as easily been talking about herself.