Forget her wedding dresses: her ready-to-wear is probably as close to couture as an American designer can get. Romantic, experimental, and sumptuous, it's evMatthew Williamson is the thinking man's Roberto Cavalli. Actually, no, scratch that- what I actually mean is: Matthew Williamson is the thinking man's Roberto Cavalli on acid. And, as we all know, anything that can be described as "something on acid" is highly preferable to plain old non-acidic somethings. I am absolutely mad for Matthew Williamson's fearless use of colour, pattern, texture and tackiness; no designer in the world can make a slamming party frock quite like my boy Matt Werything that I'd imagine a modern-day Edith Wharton heroine would wear
