Fresh from New York Fashion Week, with a pit stop at home in Cambridgeshire for a night in-between, I boarded the train heading South to see my home city shine for London Fashion Week.

We are known to be brave, to be bold, and also to be resilient. This English way was never more present than at the shows this season. Perplexed by Brexit, and our weak political situation, designers were determined to brush this aside and confidently display their bold, fearless British collections. Matches Fashion were wonderful at providing me with some brilliant looks, from Simone Rocha tulle dresses and Mark Cross box bags to Dolce leopard skirts. I wove these into pieces from the best of our British designers. I wore rainbow dresses from Mary Katranzou, velvet bows by Temperley, organza magic from Emilia Wickstead and powder-blue jumpsuits by Roksanda.

The shows themselves were optimistic, enchanting, and unique all at the same time. Anya Hindmarch’s LED house was mesmerizing as were her cat shopping bags. Topshop’s outerwear that you could wear as underwear (!) looked fantastic on Adwoa, Hailey, and Jourdan while Roland Mouret’s flattering fringed pieces left me wanting more. Emilia Wickstead’s choice of Hans Zimmer’s “You’re So Cool” from the True Romance soundtrack was genius, as were blankets waiting on our seats at Roksanda’s al fresco show at the Serpentine.

One has less time to eat than during fashion week in NYC, only because the shows are scheduled much closer together . . . but there’s always a minute for something quick. The Chess Club in Mayfair is my new favorite (dreamy décor), and I couldn’t resist an entrecôte with zucchini fries at 5 Hertford Street.

London had so much going on in the evenings it was difficult to keep up or really know where you were meant to be. But I tried. . . . Sofia Sanchez hosted a delectable dinner with the Pilotto boys at their Cromwell townhouse. There was a Biscuiteers installation at the Serpentine, cocktails with Manolo, the Kingsman Film Premiere, Flowerbx Dinner and Love party. Cocktails shook, canapes crunched, and our feet woke up battered and bruised but . . . London sure does knows how to have fun. I don’t even feel tired. Instead, I feel inspired and proud to be British as well as extremely lucky to have been able to experience it all. Long Live London.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-shops-sydney | http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dress-brisbane-online