It's in the middle of the summer, when there used to be no fashion week on the horizon, but times have radically changed and Copenhagen has entered slowly but surely the calendar with a series of strong and up-and-coming Nordic designers and the creme de la creme of the fashion circus. The city has become the capital of sustainability and innovation with its Copenhagen Fashion Summit, also known as the Davos of fashion. Its fashion flora and fauna is flourishing, and shows knowledge and style.

Noticeable were the swathe of influencers, fashion shows, editors and the subsequent pictures flooding one’s Insta feed.

Think a minimalist northern Pitti with a twist, or, as per The Rake,  “flair, individuality and inventiveness”.

Scott Shuman reported the coolness, sheerness or “pretty with an underlying sense of challenging the norm.” In other words, bedroom dressing.

The highlights.

Men wore bandanas, twisted thin like they were in the Cote d’Azure in the 50s, and white tee shirts

Women wore sheer, revealing boudoir-inspired dresses. 

Fanny packs or die. 

The revival of the Havaianas: apparently Pernille Teisbeck wore them in Paris after Miu Miu because she had too many blisters and then she realized they were too comfortable not to keep wearing. My style heroine Sophie Fontanel has been wearing them religiously all summer long. Two women I admire for their style, wit and for being trend setters have launched and I personally hate them. Look, I’m all for high/low, contrast, borrow from the boys, flats, but the plastic flip flops I can’t seem to bring my eyes to be pleased with. I used to wear them all the time, right after a terrible accident, for wounds, therapy and stitches forced me to.

I look at the picture and think they have just left the beauty salon, nail polish still feeble on their toes. Also, if the influencers has set them and they became a trend, does it mean we have to follow? 

On a similar note, heels are relatively kitten-ish or architectural. No platforms, semi-platforms on sight.