It’s not about schlumping down to the supermarket, this. But then you could wear the extremely cute knitwear ANYWHERE. The bonnets were worn like a new fetish and the collection occasionally veered into My Fair Lady or even Mae West territory, in a great way.

I love how Pam Hogg’s women are like a shiny sex tribe. The whooping as the lights went down in the packed to capacity venue was more like at a rock n roll show than a fashion event, also a good thing.

And the music’s always great; a little bit Bluegrass a little bit Lynch. Pam Hogg always rocks Fashion Week.

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