London Fashion Week street style, in my mind, is like the infamous mystery flavor Oreo—you truly never know what it’s going to taste like (or look like) until you unwrap it and take a bite. Based on Samin Nosrat’s metric for the four elements of cooking, this season’s snapshots boast the unmistakable tang of acid: a multicolor maxi dress reminiscent of a bag of Sweet Tarts, a purple tie-dye sweatshirt garnished with a squeeze of lime lettering, a yellow puff sleeve moonlighting as the sartorial equivalent of lemonade, a suit stained-on-purpose with tomato red scribbles. It’s powerful enough to prompt you to reach for a glass of milk, something to set your tongue back to neutral so you can open up the slideshow and take it all in again—the zest of self-expression intoxicating throughout.
London street style is the opposite of a palate cleanser. It leaves an imprint that’s hard to shake, a lingering desire to mix four patterns together instead of just two, or to stick a stuffed-animal mouse in your blazer pocket just because. It’s the wacky, rule-breaking cousin to New York street style‘s smoothly packaged caffeine drip, a manifestation not just of personality but of personality taken to its very edge. None of it feels “me,” and that’s precisely the point—to push you to the brink of your own reinvention, regardless of what someone else’s looks like.
Which outfit inspired you the most?
Photos by Matthew Sperzel.