First out: oversized squashy mohair and boiled tweed coats, cinched in with wire belts. Next, a series of pretty quilted pieces in California orange, tweed, and butter yellow, which slipped coquettishly off shoulders, secured with a series of snap fastenings. The leather pieces were equally palatable, having been bonded with metal to create permanent creasing. Voluminous and, at times, boyish, as in the case of a pillar box red construction workers jumpsuit, they looked the sort of thing the Acne girl, currently clad in its sell-out Velocite shearling jacket, will fall for next winter. The footwear was less compelling - certain flat styles resembled discarded sushi trays, and the models struggling to keep their toes under flimsy straps were an uncomfortable distraction that recalled the seedy side of a dominatrix act - but there was plenty else here that was winning.