The Barbican’s striking brutalist beauty was the backdrop for Roksanda’s outdoor show. The sun shone as the designer mined her Serbian heritage for looks inspired by the robes of orthodox priests. The grandeur of some of the looks was not lost on the Redgrave clan who looked on from the front row. Like so many of Roksanda’s women, they are impossible to ignore. There’s a grandeur to a Roksanda piece – even though many of her gowns are as comfortable to wear as a T-shirt. Perhaps that’s why so many accomplished women wear them.
The models walked as opera singe, Isabelle Peters performed an aria – her voice echoing off the concrete architecture. The intensity of collection was plain to see. Roksanda created a myriad of artisanal screen prints, hand-pleated textures and one-off fabrications. Hems bounced with boning, sheer panels exposed the body beneath. The silhouettes were imposing but the craft and detail of the clothes gave them a sense of intimacy. The details draw you in.
Photography courtesy of Roksanda.