As the show started belting out ‘Si Si Si…Single Bed, Single Bed, Ain’t no room for your sweet head…” it was clear that Holly Fulton was taking a trip to the mid ‘70s and the feminised flirty, pre disco glamoiur of side-swept haired’, breathless whispery, Noosha Fox. You could practically envisage the palm plants and the peacock cane, wicker chairs and smell the patchoulli. Retrotastic with firm ‘now’ vision. These were clothes that pleased, even those enough old enough to remember them first time round.
The vibe was Richard Shops and Laura Ashley meets Biba with big round sunglasses, hanging our with Bryan Ferry wannabees in platform boots. The soft, floaty, drifting silk button-through dresses, David Hicks’ ‘70s floral print geometrics on denim pinafore dresses, button through A-line skirts (worn with a ‘77 sweatshirt) and hobble skirts with structured blouson jackets. And these were the harder parts.
The mood shifted to dainty floral embroidery and beading on an array of separates that culminated in a gorgeous salmon pink swagger coat thrown over a delicate slip dress. The typically Fulton’esque print wide palazzo silk pants and t-shirts and trailing floor-length silk skirts were to die for. Forget festivals. These are purely for a trip to British discos pre Studio ‘54 where the height of sophistication was a daiquiri and disco smoke. Elasticized track pants were made more classic teamed with hip length, boxy jackets, so it wasn’t all a retro haze.
Fulton’s combinations of sugary lilac, powder pink, flashes of faded neon and warm greys played out across matching fan-shaped clutch bags and beaded chokers. There was even a dresses, skirts and blousons made from punched & sequinned cork, harking back to ‘70s bags bought on holidays abroad to exotic Spain & Italy.
Fulton’s light approach and charm was never better than in the soft grey geometric print slip and silver swagger coat or the sunray pleated black skirt worn under a tangerine geometric tunic. This was a huge collection with more variations on a theme than you could shake a stick at. Multi colour sequin paillettes were the cherry on your ‘70s tequila sunrise.