It wasn’t the right hand side of a small room on the first floor of Somerset House, it was a welcoming, comely English garden. It definitely wasn’t the center of London, instead it was a freeing spread of endless fields filled with care-free, positive attitudes and nature dancing in a calming breeze. That’s the beauty of Her Curious Nature‘s headwear; It has the power to transport you. The dainty flowers, traditional pearls, feminine ribbons and veils…the waterfalls of grace that flow down a forehead turning the wearer into a bohemian goddess…all lined up along a table infront of a huge antique mirror. It meant trying on the endless array of headpieces was far too distracting, making one forget there was even any other designers at the Fashion Weekend.