The New Coat Hanger

A trend setter is someone who does not follow, does not stick to rules and always strives to take their image further than the last time they changed it. A trend setter is also someone who is a risk taker, someone that dares and sometimes makes a hit, but quite often misses at the same time.

Not everything is always how you expect it to be. This statement could not be truer about my attendance at London Fashion Week.

Fashion is said to be the art form we wear, but just how many people wear it?

Bright lights, flashing cameras, people wearing outside the box clothes and the highest heels even in the pouring rain. Fashion Week arrives... and the weather will not rain on this parade.

To be in the audience viewing a show that is watched by millions, millions of people who want to be in the very seat I sat in, was an experience that I will always remember. An experience where I get to see fashion happening in front of my eyes and realise the true birth place of new and current trends coming alive.

As the lights dimmed and the catwalk lit up, I strangely got excited and with a heavy beat kicking in and the first model striking a pose, I quickly realised that this is why people come to fashion week... Drama.

Seeing a model up close is like seeing an animal in the zoo... they photograph beautifully in pictures but in real life they are not looking as hot as they are made out to be.

As the models walked through many outfit changes, it quickly dawned on me the missing link to the zoo. In model world I don't think feeding hour happens that much...if at all.

Some were skinny, but in an ok way, but many were painfully thin and looking in bad condition with blood spots on legs, bones sticking out and drawn faces.

The modern day coat hanger was definitely the wire version.

With each outfit followed by a more vibrant one, the whole experience made you crave to see more. Designs were hits and misses at the same time and everyone in attendance became a judge. Judging if they'd wear it, like it or toss it on the sale rack.

As the lights came up and the show was over I looked around and saw smiling faces, whispering girls and strutting ladies. Fashion week had happened before my eyes and it was everything I didn't expect.

It was a place where people were who they wanted to be. People would wear the outfits I judged wrongly and people hated the outfits I liked.

I realise even more now than ever... Fashion is a hit and a miss. It is loved and it is hated, it is something where everyone has an opinion and it is a form of expression. Much like life, fashion is something unique to everyone. No designer can cater to everyone's needs, but a trend can be done in many ways, tailoring to each individual.

At the end of the day, we are all just individuals.