Anya Hindmarch just had her first ever show and true to form, it was inspired and cheeky. The set was concocted with one part Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and one part Father Christmas’s toy factory. The catwalk was replaced with a conveyor belt that snaked through the set, like the pathway on a Candyland game board. But in place of trinkets and cellophane wrapped lollies, clutches opened and closed like oysters, and shoes magically danced about, of their own volition. While an occasional cabinet opened to reveal handbags with tassels twirling, some handbags were carried aloft by balloons, and others spun on ferris wheels. And as the lights of this delightful carnival began to dim, Anya was revealed on a bicycle, as the woman behind the curtain, using pedal power to bring the whole event to life.
And amid a cascade of confetti and candy, she led, like a pied piper, a veritable who’s who of Fashion Cognoscenti, into a cocktail party, where champagne and special boxes of Anya Quality Treats were gifted. All in all, it was a dazzling debut… a perfect chapter written by Ms. Hindmarch, in the fairy tale known as Paris Fashion Week.