Dreamy. Fancy with a floating sense of ebb and flow. Running magical water colours. Soft flowers. Tiny touches of tomboy tailoring. Time honoured tutus. The Red Shoes. And Feathers taking wing on sleeves, pockets, bags. Lapels slicked back. The Z-ist Zimmermann, frothy and structured with finely boned corsetry. Dresses faded with words written by the gothic poet Sophie Lee. Tragedy and romance. Our kind of SS22, a season shaping up with an exhale, all the good things to come here.