The soundtrack blasted, and suddenly the club kid inside emerged. The NCP car park became the backdrop, the arena, the clubhouse for Henry Holland's HOUSE OF HOLLAND with the music as loud as the prints the models rocked. Neon Tartans, bold florals, and acidic tie-dyes, which reeked a juxtaposition of eclectic and sophistication. I am currently obsessing over his neon tartan trousers (to DIE FOR!)