Jonathan Saunders A/W 2014
Jonathan Saunders A/W 2014
For Jonathan Saunders' Winter outing, we followed the yellow brick road all the way to the Tate Britain. Once inside, we were greeted with a whirlwind tour of puff-sleeved princess coats, their shoulders so exaggerated that they cast a dramatic shadow over the proceedings. Underneath, Saunders' diagonal, candy striper column dresses came bottomed out with sparkly Dorothy-style pointed pumps. Was a house about to fall from the heavens? With their slicked back hair and pink-rimmed eyes, Saunders' girls seemed to grace us from a fairy-tale. Almost as though a wicked wind had whipped through the gallery's main hall, peacoats blew down the runway completely turned inside out, their taped seams showcasing more linear design detailing. Also in flux were the designer's patch-worked glitter lace dresses, which later turned skew-if, as looks were plastered with square swatches, although this time in an entirely haphazard fashion. But all toldl, it was a strangeness to be very much admired.
Photography: Jason-Lloyd Evans
For Jonathan Saunders' Winter outing, we followed the yellow brick road all the way to the Tate Britain. Once inside, we were greeted with a whirlwind tour of puff-sleeved princess coats, their shoulders so exaggerated that they cast a dramatic shadow over the proceedings. Underneath, Saunders' diagonal, candy striper column dresses came bottomed out with sparkly Dorothy-style pointed pumps. Was a house about to fall from the heavens? With their slicked back hair and pink-rimmed eyes, Saunders' girls seemed to grace us from a fairy-tale. Almost as though a wicked wind had whipped through the gallery's main hall, peacoats blew down the runway completely turned inside out, their taped seams showcasing more linear design detailing. Also in flux were the designer's patch-worked glitter lace dresses, which later turned skew-if, as looks were plastered with square swatches, although this time in an entirely haphazard fashion. But all toldl, it was a strangeness to be very much admired.
Photography: Jason-Lloyd Evans
For Jonathan Saunders' Winter outing, we followed the yellow brick road all the way to the Tate Britain. Once inside, we were greeted with a whirlwind tour of puff-sleeved princess coats, their shoulders so exaggerated that they cast a dramatic shadow over the proceedings. Underneath, Saunders' diagonal, candy striper column dresses came bottomed out with sparkly Dorothy-style pointed pumps. Was a house about to fall from the heavens? With their slicked back hair and pink-rimmed eyes, Saunders' girls seemed to grace us from a fairy-tale. Almost as though a wicked wind had whipped through the gallery's main hall, peacoats blew down the runway completely turned inside out, their taped seams showcasing more linear design detailing. Also in flux were the designer's patch-worked glitter lace dresses, which later turned skew-if, as looks were plastered with square swatches, although this time in an entirely haphazard fashion. But all toldl, it was a strangeness to be very much admired.
Photography: Jason-Lloyd Evans
For Jonathan Saunders' Winter outing, we followed the yellow brick road all the way to the Tate Britain. Once inside, we were greeted with a whirlwind tour of puff-sleeved princess coats, their shoulders so exaggerated that they cast a dramatic shadow over the proceedings. Underneath, Saunders' diagonal, candy striper column dresses came bottomed out with sparkly Dorothy-style pointed pumps. Was a house about to fall from the heavens? With their slicked back hair and pink-rimmed eyes, Saunders' girls seemed to grace us from a fairy-tale. Almost as though a wicked wind had whipped through the gallery's main hall, peacoats blew down the runway completely turned inside out, their taped seams showcasing more linear design detailing. Also in flux were the designer's patch-worked glitter lace dresses, which later turned skew-if, as looks were plastered with square swatches, although this time in an entirely haphazard fashion. But all toldl, it was a strangeness to be very much admired.
Photography: Jason-Lloyd Evans
For Jonathan Saunders' Winter outing, we followed the yellow brick road all the way to the Tate Britain. Once inside, we were greeted with a whirlwind tour of puff-sleeved princess coats, their shoulders so exaggerated that they cast a dramatic shadow over the proceedings. Underneath, Saunders' diagonal, candy striper column dresses came bottomed out with sparkly Dorothy-style pointed pumps. Was a house about to fall from the heavens? With their slicked back hair and pink-rimmed eyes, Saunders' girls seemed to grace us from a fairy-tale. Almost as though a wicked wind had whipped through the gallery's main hall, peacoats blew down the runway completely turned inside out, their taped seams showcasing more linear design detailing. Also in flux were the designer's patch-worked glitter lace dresses, which later turned skew-if, as looks were plastered with square swatches, although this time in an entirely haphazard fashion. But all toldl, it was a strangeness to be very much admired.
Photography: Jason-Lloyd Evans
For Jonathan Saunders' Winter outing, we followed the yellow brick road all the way to the Tate Britain. Once inside, we were greeted with a whirlwind tour of puff-sleeved princess coats, their shoulders so exaggerated that they cast a dramatic shadow over the proceedings. Underneath, Saunders' diagonal, candy striper column dresses came bottomed out with sparkly Dorothy-style pointed pumps. Was a house about to fall from the heavens? With their slicked back hair and pink-rimmed eyes, Saunders' girls seemed to grace us from a fairy-tale. Almost as though a wicked wind had whipped through the gallery's main hall, peacoats blew down the runway completely turned inside out, their taped seams showcasing more linear design detailing. Also in flux were the designer's patch-worked glitter lace dresses, which later turned skew-if, as looks were plastered with square swatches, although this time in an entirely haphazard fashion. But all toldl, it was a strangeness to be very much admired.
Photography: Jason-Lloyd Evans
For Jonathan Saunders' Winter outing, we followed the yellow brick road all the way to the Tate Britain. Once inside, we were greeted with a whirlwind tour of puff-sleeved princess coats, their shoulders so exaggerated that they cast a dramatic shadow over the proceedings. Underneath, Saunders' diagonal, candy striper column dresses came bottomed out with sparkly Dorothy-style pointed pumps. Was a house about to fall from the heavens? With their slicked back hair and pink-rimmed eyes, Saunders' girls seemed to grace us from a fairy-tale. Almost as though a wicked wind had whipped through the gallery's main hall, peacoats blew down the runway completely turned inside out, their taped seams showcasing more linear design detailing. Also in flux were the designer's patch-worked glitter lace dresses, which later turned skew-if, as looks were plastered with square swatches, although this time in an entirely haphazard fashion. But all toldl, it was a strangeness to be very much admired.
Photography: Jason-Lloyd Evans
For Jonathan Saunders' Winter outing, we followed the yellow brick road all the way to the Tate Britain. Once inside, we were greeted with a whirlwind tour of puff-sleeved princess coats, their shoulders so exaggerated that they cast a dramatic shadow over the proceedings. Underneath, Saunders' diagonal, candy striper column dresses came bottomed out with sparkly Dorothy-style pointed pumps. Was a house about to fall from the heavens? With their slicked back hair and pink-rimmed eyes, Saunders' girls seemed to grace us from a fairy-tale. Almost as though a wicked wind had whipped through the gallery's main hall, peacoats blew down the runway completely turned inside out, their taped seams showcasing more linear design detailing. Also in flux were the designer's patch-worked glitter lace dresses, which later turned skew-if, as looks were plastered with square swatches, although this time in an entirely haphazard fashion. But all toldl, it was a strangeness to be very much admired.
Photography: Jason-Lloyd Evans
For Jonathan Saunders' Winter outing, we followed the yellow brick road all the way to the Tate Britain. Once inside, we were greeted with a whirlwind tour of puff-sleeved princess coats, their shoulders so exaggerated that they cast a dramatic shadow over the proceedings. Underneath, Saunders' diagonal, candy striper column dresses came bottomed out with sparkly Dorothy-style pointed pumps. Was a house about to fall from the heavens? With their slicked back hair and pink-rimmed eyes, Saunders' girls seemed to grace us from a fairy-tale. Almost as though a wicked wind had whipped through the gallery's main hall, peacoats blew down the runway completely turned inside out, their taped seams showcasing more linear design detailing. Also in flux were the designer's patch-worked glitter lace dresses, which later turned skew-if, as looks were plastered with square swatches, although this time in an entirely haphazard fashion. But all toldl, it was a strangeness to be very much admired.
Photography: Jason-Lloyd Evans
For Jonathan Saunders' Winter outing, we followed the yellow brick road all the way to the Tate Britain. Once inside, we were greeted with a whirlwind tour of puff-sleeved princess coats, their shoulders so exaggerated that they cast a dramatic shadow over the proceedings. Underneath, Saunders' diagonal, candy striper column dresses came bottomed out with sparkly Dorothy-style pointed pumps. Was a house about to fall from the heavens? With their slicked back hair and pink-rimmed eyes, Saunders' girls seemed to grace us from a fairy-tale. Almost as though a wicked wind had whipped through the gallery's main hall, peacoats blew down the runway completely turned inside out, their taped seams showcasing more linear design detailing. Also in flux were the designer's patch-worked glitter lace dresses, which later turned skew-if, as looks were plastered with square swatches, although this time in an entirely haphazard fashion. But all toldl, it was a strangeness to be very much admired.
Photography: Jason-Lloyd Evans
