They screamed outside Burberry, they screamed outside Versace, they screamed outside the British Film Institute’s IMAX theater at the screening of a gory short by Gareth Pugh.

London Fashion Week was Occupied, beset by protesters demanding “Shame!” The cause was anti-fur — along the protest lines, you could spot a man-size costumed bunny rabbit, with a sign requesting that the fashion world wear their own skins, not his — and the effect was to unsettle the already edgy attendees, whose nerves had been frayed, if not flayed, by news of the subway bombing on Friday.

But nothing stops fashion week; showgoers gritted their teeth and hustled right in. By Monday afternoon, the shows’ penultimate day, it seemed that protest had dwindled to a single man, standing outside the Pringle of Scotland show in the Marylebone neighborhood with a megaphone, passion fizzled to farce. He wasn’t in the anti-fur brigade. What he wanted wasn’t terribly clear.