Edward Meadham and Benjamin Kirchhoff, well-known for their wacky shows and tableaux during London Fashion Week, were back in force for their men’s collection. The scene was a fragrant garbage dump whose male inhabitants sported bouffant hairstyles, pearl and gold earrings, and guttersnipe attire — artfully torn and ragged. “The last six months have been horrible for us,” said Meadham, who was wearing a load of sparkling bracelets on each wrist, and a handbag in the crook of his arm. “This show is about throwing out the debris of the last six months and getting a feeling of order. It’s also about the masculine relationship to clothes and what that means.”
The models also wore fitted wool waistcoats in black or cream, paired with matching paper-bag-waist trousers; black rubber leggings and PVC trench coats; and mustard-colored, embroidered jackets and coats. White shirts — inspired by priests’ vestments — were adorned with embroidery and cutouts made to look as if they were “chewed on by moths,” said Meadham. While this collection hardly for every man, both the theme and installation offered rare food for thought.