Central St Martins Graduate Fashion Show: Goldfish does his little turn on the catwalk

Since Alexander McQueen committed suicide in 2010, Britain's beautifully upholstered fashion throne has remained empty. Wave after wave of up-and-coming designers have dreamt of planting their pristine derrières on the red velvet cushion and claim the fashion crown.

Previous pretenders to the thrown include Matthew Williams, Julian McDonald and Stella MaCartney. Each with their own tragic tale of disappointment and failure.

Matthew Williams will never take the crown after an ill fated collaboration with H&M that was instantly forgettable. Well do you remember it? Even he can't recall it.

Julian is buried under lip gloss and botox judging Grimsby's next top model demonstrating that when you can no longer design, it's best to retire to a TV panel and talk shit.

Stella, daughter of the leather faced Beatle, designed the unforgivable England Olympic kit that looked normal on Will.i.am but made everyone else look like a crack head space cadet.

So, with these three out of the running who will be our fashion figure head?

Student designer and part time model Cassandra Verity Green made a quite a media splash this week at Central St Martini's graduate fashion show. The Daily Mail, Evening Standard and RSPCA we're suitably outraged at the inclusion of Goldfish as accessories. Course director Willie Walters was forced to defend the use of the fish stating that "[the fish] were brought to the show in their usual bowls, and placed into [the bags] and fed between catwalk runs'.

Not a bad life!

The shock factor of the annual show at Central St Martins is part of the media calendar now and we can assume sartorial provocateur Verity Green might have known this.

A marauding pack of mainstream zombie journalists were teased with an oozing flesh wound and duly went in to devour the carcass. And in doing so, likely launched the career of a designer who, without her little waterborne assistants, might have had to go slum it as a sales assistant in Carnaby Street.

The throne remains empty for now but we may have just witnessed the handiwork of Britain's next Queen of Couture.