The British Fashion Awards took place last night and the big winners were Stella McCartney (Designer Brand Award, Designer of the Year), Cara Delevingne (Model Award) and Alexa Chung (British Style Award, three years running). Here’s the model-studded red carpet, featuring them and many more.

When we saw the thumbnail, we were digging Stella’s stark, minimal jumpsuit. Unfortunately, in the close up, we’re put off by the boxy fit and that side sparkle–reminding us a little too much of McCartney’s signature handbag.

Alice Dellal is one of those nebulous “It Girls,” sometimes a model, a hand in designer pies, making iTunes playlists and calling it DJ’ing, Karl Lagerfeld took a shine to her, etc.

But we like her unfussy ’90s grunge look.

Speaking of grunge, Lily Collins went way overboard. We can’t believe it, either–we fucking love eyebrows.

We’re not sure about the point of Rita Ora‘s frou frou aqua ’80s bridesmaid thing.

Gemma Arterton is such a babe that we will overlook those shoes and look past the exaggerated volume at the hips.

Princess Beatrice looks startled by the confusing print of her dress.

Also, we know she’s royalty and all, but this is a fashion awards show. That stuffy frock is better suited to high tea.

Salma Hayek is aging backwards, first of all. Moreover, we don’t love fringe, but we appreciate that she deviated from her usual cleavage shelf/skintight thing.

Yeah, yeah, you know how we feel about Alexa Chung. And we don’t like her dress.

…But hot damn! We love her weird shoes.

This is what Dita Von Teese does. She vamps. She vogues. You love her or hate her.

As for us, we have a shitload of goodwill toward her that subsumes those sequined exoskeleton shoulder pads.

Someone tweeted yesterday that Cara Delevingne looked “chic” in her Burberry mini. No, no, anonymous source on Twitter. Greenish-gold lame micro-minis are the opposite!

Frankly, we expect more from Amber Valletta. Her rust-colored gown did nothing for us or for her.

And, lastly, a Geldoff. Pixie Geldoff, to be exact, the one who jumped the shark with the most obnoxious Vogue cover possibly ever. Also, it’s nothing against her, but this shade–this blinding bright tangerine red–is getting about as fresh as the peplum.

(All photos via Wenn)