Katie Roberts-Wood


London Fashion Week

I’m on the slow recovery of an excruciating 10 days, of which was crammed with more hours of work than that I’ve fit into most months. Sometimes you can get so wrapped up in a project it becomes all-consuming, and suddenly cigarette or coffee breaks become insignificant in alleviating the grasp around your brain and the only thing that can help you regain focus is a short step away. Luckily last Sunday I was blessed with exactly that – a short break to go visit Katie Roberts-Wood and her presentation at the ICA.

There’s no remedy quite like it. I don’t expect anything less than beautiful from the once-promising doctor, who’s previous presentation of slow dancers kept me ensnared for the full hour of its duration. Previously it was dark, eerie and a fine balance between grit and grace. SS17, which remains untitled, exuded a similar ethereality to its predecessor, yet replaced the dark with a nigh-clinical lighting, and its strong bolder women with that of child-like beauty.


There was no dance performance this time. The models instead came out at short intervals, following a laid-out white path in and around the delicate set. Five models would stay out to form the static presentation, with one being replaced every now and then by a gentle hand on the shoulder from the next model. The set mirrored the delicate clothing, with four frail embroidered layers at each section forming what seemed like clouds. The presentation was slow and serene, utilising the darkness within the ICA’s gallery space effectively. The clothes and set went hand-in-hand, as Katie’s pieces carried on the elegant detail found within all her collections, featuring translucent dresses carved and crafted to form almost sea-like creatures, all doctored and doted on by hand.

Once again I’d like to think the team behind the show have done a lovely job yet again, creating a very peaceful experience reflective of the exquisite levels of Katie’s garments. While her clothing might not be deemed particularly wearable by the average shopper (aside from some of the simpler shirts), I think her clothing requires a certain level of appreciation on perhaps an artistic level. Yes that sounds incredibly pretentious, but who cares? Her clothing is beautiful, and should be admired and respected for its beauty.

While I was editing these photos I wanted to make good use of the very bright white lights of the set-up. The previous show I created an absolute meal (as in a mess) of the photos, and luckily ended up with something I would say was somewhat special. This time I’ve ended up with these bizarre x-rays, which I’d like to think show the delicate & translucent nature of the clothes themselves. In a serendipitous ┬áturn of events, I found out afterwards the press release says “the collection features transparent x-ray like garments”. Lucky me.