London Fashion Week Reviewed… In Haikus

We’ll be the first to admit it—if you’re not sandwiched between Anna Wintour and Bradley Cooper in the front row or scoping out swag bags like it’s your job, fashion month can start to get a little monotonous. With all the live streams, essay-esque critiques and who-wore-what-where banter floating around, we decided to do things a little differently this time.

So we challenged ourselves to cut our prolific gushing and adjectives-galore descriptions down to 17 syllables per knockout show. (And we didn’t want to keep our poetic genius to ourselves either—this is some serious twelfth-grade English artistry right here.)

Hold onto your diphthongs—presenting The Coveteur’s haiku reviews of London Fashion Week’s best shows.