“Neon lights flash by illuminating an overloaded collage of shop-signs and decrepit facades,” were the words on the press-release. The brightly colored neon lamps scattered over the showspace’s floor resembled this immaculately. It reminds of luminous Mumbai streets and the James Turrell exhibition, which opened at the RA a week before Fast’s show. The fringe trims we’ve seen in his 2009 debut collection were a trip down memory lane and his signature bodycon dresses revealed little skin this season: instead the naked flesh was covered by oversized intarsia tops and robe layers. We’ve seen spongy knits, roll-neck jumpers, paper-bag-waist sweatpants and shiny platform shoes. The Fast girl is a slouchy sex bomb next season, which is well played as we shan’t know what global warming has got in store for us by time ‘winter’ arrives. Burning sun? Dreadful rainfall? Siberian colds? Look no further than Mark Fast to dress you up.
Text by Jorinde Croese
Photography by Lauren Marsh