Photos: Katherine Lowe
I always enjoy a Paul Smith show. There's something to be said about a guy who books real, rough looking men alongside the typical smooth-skinned teenage waifs – and then dances down the runway with them, laughing as they throw up bunny ears behind his head. It's a good time. Add mountaineers' polarised glasses, leather rucksacks, duffel coats and mustard yellow cardigans like we saw today, and I'm sold. Plus there were free donuts outside!
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