I wish I could say that I loved every minute of London Fashion Week. But the truth is, I had some moments of genuinely unpleasant stress throughout over the course of the five days. One such stressful hour came on Friday at the Aminaka Wilmont autumn/winter 2011 show. First, I had to leg it back to Somerset House from the Vauxhall Fashion Scout venue near Holborn. I rushed into the BFC show space just as the lights were going down and the show was starting, so I had to stand amongst a cramped crowd of other latecomers at the end of the runway. I gave up on trying to take notes straight away and decided to just take photos instead. Cue the real stress kicking in as I rummaged in my bag only to discover my camera was no where to be found. Resigned to the fact that it was gone, I tried to concentrate on the clothes and capture a few looks with my iPhone camera.

If I had been paying more attention, I would have noticed a collection that represents a consummate evolution for the husband and wife designers. Maki Aminaka and Marcus Wilmont showed in the smaller ON|OFF venue back in September but this season they graduated to the big league and, boy, did it suit them. Gone were the pretty fluttery butterflies of spring/summer, replaced with an altogether stronger silhouette and a heap of tough girl attitude.

Naturally, then, black figured heavily, such as on a pair of black wrap jackets with stern shoulders and black leather sleeves. The legs were pinpointed as the erogenous zone of choice with skirt and short hems pitched high on the thigh, and even floorlength dresses were slit high up the sides. Not practical for winter? Over-knee socks in fawn and grey solved that conundrum. Digital prints are always a focus for Aminaka Wilmont, and this season they carried the other theme that ran through the collection. Blurred birds eyes, brown feathery motifs and fur rendered in 2D were intended to convey an animalistic confidence.

The models converged into a suitably predatory pack for a final turn on the runway, just at the moment I discovered I had not, in fact, lost my camera at all. Given that feeling of sheer relief combined with the joy watching such an appealing collection, I practically skipped out of the room.