And so to the final day of a divine London Fashion Week. This was a celebratory yet contemplative farewell - rather like a fashion funeral but without the corpse. Well, unless you count Bleak Miss Wintour. My traditional all-black robes befitted such a sombre day. However, today's designers hadn't got the memo and it was a riotous day on the catwalk, probably the most chaotically creative yet. Walk with me one last time down life's rich runway, my beloved pilgrims...
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