Oh Ccuoco. I have no idea how to pronounce the brand name but I am a keen learner.
When the lights dimmed and I heard the Arabic chill out inspired music, you got my attention.
When I saw the first look in all of its accessorised glory I was hooked on your aesthetic, Ccuoco. I thought to myself – this collection is so me: the goth of the Middle East.
The butter soft leather, the sexy make up, the seriously floaty silks – everything looked perfectly dark and devious.
There was only one thing I regretted in this show; that it ended so quickly. It was just a flicker of light, one of the brightest ones this London Fashion Week.
Ccuoco, your fanbase widens.