Sinatra crooned as we entered one of Copenhagen‘s innumerous jazz lounges, thr first non-smoky jazz bar I’d been to in quite some time. Descending steps into the heart of the club, Sinatra faded with a jazz standard you could tp your foot to taking it’s place. A jazz standard you could walk to. An walk they did as a bevy of scandanavian beauties took to the catwalk in perfectly turned out, perfectly on-trend pieces. Pieces from sexed up tailoring to elegant 70s cuts that proved a perfect cohesion between venue and Margit Brandt’s fall 2011 offering.
Even as Striptease, out of place in a jazz club, played over the speakers it was obvious that the adage that sex sells is a falsity. Sex sells, but this collection’s elegance was the element that made it’s mark.
To see the rest of the collection from Margit Brandt, click on the gallery below.
