Girls smiling backstage at Arnsdorf - photos: Oliver Rose
The first show of the last day of Fashion Week is an ambitious time slot. After four days of back to back shows, appointments, parties and absurdly late nights, it's a wonder anybody manages to get out of bed at all. I dragged myself out of the house and straight into a taxi that sped me to Arnsdorf's barely offsite venue - the Museum of Contemporary Art, located just metres from the media room - and I was still 30 minutes late. Good thing these early shows always start hellishly late.
Arnsdorf was well worth the trek. Pretty printed dresses and pants in purples, pinks and creams, a whole raft of military inspired camel pants (I love camel), trench coat dresses and cargo skirts in rusty ochres, earthy browns and dusty pinks.
The clothes were great. But the girls, they were even better. Each one smiled as she walked down the catwalk. And smiles are infectious. Soon we were all smiling. Some of us still are. Though at this stage, I'm not sure if it's happiness or delirium.
I LIKE YOU!