There was cake at Mulberry today. There were also a giant poodle in a peacoat, chinoiserie jacquard, pastel floral lace, halter-strap sundresses, and wide-leg leather pants. And, as the infomercials say: all this, plus so much more! Mainly, the “so much more” meant bags, lots of bags. (Only twice today did models come down the catwalk at Claridge’s empty-handed. “No bag!” said a VIP front-rower, sotto voce, the first time it happened.) And Mulberry will do well with its shrunken Alexas in this season’s jacquards and floral leathers. The floral leather motorcycle jackets will be a brisk seller, too—ditto the little waistcoat jackets, which had the right ease for Spring. Elsewhere, the non-outerwear leathers came off rather heavy, and the flower hardware on jackets read as particularly twee. Still, finding fault with Mulberry’s sweetsiness is like getting mad at a cupcake. Is there a rusty nail in it? No? Then what’s the problem? As Marie Antoinette once never said, “Let them eat cake.”
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