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"  London fashion has always been the colorful, irreverent underdog of the big four\u2014riskier than New York, more playful than Milan, and a lot less polished than Paris. This season, the city that&amp;#039;s home to both punks and princesses, the Queen&amp;#039;s hatmakers and East End guerrillas, shone extra bright. Celebrating its twenty-fifth year, London Fashion Week excelled in two oh-so-British specialties: wild accessories and smashing parties. Leading the charge was showman Giles Deacon, who channeled his love of cartoons, animals, and computer games into a new jewelry line. &amp;quot;We picked elements that embody past collections,&amp;quot; Deacon says, &amp;quot;and did it in an attainable, affordable way.&amp;quot; Starting at $200, the collection riffs on the designer&amp;#039;s beloved characters and themes, including ruby-and-sapphire rings called &amp;quot;Eek,&amp;quot; Deacon&amp;#039;s imagined name for Mickey Mouse&amp;#039;s cousin, the big-eared persona he created for his fall &amp;#039;09 runway show. There&amp;#039;s also a black-and-white freshwater-pearl bracelet with a jeweled spider in the center based on Deacon&amp;#039;s tarantula print from spring and a rough-cut semiprecious-stone &amp;quot;She Saurus&amp;quot; necklace. (It&amp;#039;s a play on this season&amp;#039;s puffy metallic triceratops handbag, itself an homage to the song &amp;quot;Go Go Ninja Dinosaur&amp;quot; by Four Tet with Princess Watermelon. We suggest downloading both the baubles and the music ASAP.)  Kicking off the week, the British Fashion Council organized a show cleverly titled &amp;quot;Headonism,&amp;quot; supporting five budding chapeau designers\u2014including J. Smith Esquire, Noel Stewart, and Little Shilpa\u2014all selected by iconic milliner Stephen Jones. More party trimmings popped up at Richard Nicoll, where models donned earrings, pins, and necklaces that looked like Purple Heart medals swimming in Plexiglas. And if you&amp;#039;d wear Nicoll&amp;#039;s regalia to cocktails in Belgravia, then Louise Gray&amp;#039;s necklaces stuffed with pink garbage bags and pricked with old pins should be worn to a dive bar in East London. &amp;quot;I took quite literal things, like graffiti and fabrics, that I feel are a reflection of East London streets,&amp;quot; Gray says. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s all very colorful and raw.&amp;quot;  You might see 24-year-old club kid and jewelry designer Dominic Jones&amp;#039; unisex gold rings and necklaces at that same pub. His macabre claw rings and thorn-prickled necklaces look perfectly tough on his muse, model, and business partner Alice Dellal, the Brit poster girl for all things punk. Leaning more toward the colorful than the dark side, designer David Saunders of David David translates his knack for graphic prints to mod accessories, with &amp;#039;60s frame bags made from pale green, blue, and pink strips of translucent Lucite.  Cerebral, sexy, and sometimes cheeky footwear collaborations came down the runway in droves. Nina Simone&amp;#039;s &amp;quot;Wild Is the Wind&amp;quot; played at Meadham Kirchhoff&amp;#039;s poetic grunge show, the perfect tune to accompany the design duo&amp;#039;s patent leather oxfords, enhanced by jeweler Jordan Askill&amp;#039;s pastel painted-metal birds, which flew on the shoes&amp;#039; heels in flocks. Knitwear wunderkind Louise Goldin took a slightly harder approach to her totally vamp shoe collaboration with Topshop, dotting the spines of killer heels with sharp Swarovski-crystallized pyramid studs. Luella Bartley said she listened to lots of New Order and Joy Division when designing her retro collection of &amp;quot;Jessica Rabbit-meets-Sunday-best&amp;quot; clothes. Her pointed pumps with fishnet details and pansy flourishes had the same conservative yet come-hither spirit harnessed by her collaborator English cobbler Michael Lewis. The designer herself marched a pair down the stairs of the St. Martin&amp;#039;s Lane Hotel outpost of Bungalow 8 for her hopping after-party that night. London&amp;#039;s soirees closed out the week with a bigger-than-usual (and that&amp;#039;s big) bang. Sir Philip Green held court over the entire five-story club connected to the famed Ivy Restaurant for a dinner and party for Topshop, where a closing performance by Bryan Ferry got celebrity guests like Vivienne Westwood and Kate Moss up and dancing like mad. The next evening, Mulberry held its customary throw-down at the Claridge&amp;#039;s ballroom. The carnival-themed bash featured carousel horses to pose with, as well as artists tattooing the brand&amp;#039;s signature tree (removable, thank God) on any body part you chose. The last night, Burberry showed its spring collection for the first time ever on English soil. Straight after the show, front-rowers like Gwyneth Paltrow, Liv Tyler, and Victoria Beckham raced to the fete at the company&amp;#039;s eco-friendly headquarters in Chelsea. There, revelers were greeted by guest DJs Agyness Deyn and Alexa Chung, a surprise performance by Brit boy band the Kooks, and mini Yorkshire pudding canap\u00E9s. It doesn&amp;#039;t get more jolly good than that! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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