Even though my invites for London Fashion Week must have got lost in the post I'm still looking forward to the next few days of British offerings, because if theres one thing London Fashion Week isn't, it's Beige. That ticket is thankfully always taken up by New York. I've been left feeling undecidedly underwhelmed by the Big Apple's efforts. I know, I know, NYC has always been the most commercial week of the lot but still, no wonder poor old Zelda Kaplan popped her cloggs front row at Joanna Nastrianni! At least you can always rely on good old Jeremy Scott to pull the multicoloured yeti cape out the bag.