It’s astonishing how unimportant Los Angeles Fashion Week is when you think about Hollywood once ruled, and how Adrian, Edith Head and Orry-Kelly and many others were major influences. Somehow, the Los Angeles fashion scene fell short and all the other major fashion cities excluding Madrid reference Old Hollywood all the time, as in the case of John Galliano’s amazing Spring 10 collection. By the time the last dress sashays down the runway in Paris, nobody wants to see another dress…like ever again…at least not until next season. But alas, there’s Los Angeles Fashion Week-let. And a sad little market that is. Women’s Wear Daily doesn’t give it that much play and style.com gives it none…hence…awww. Well, did you see any of the collections? Major fotz.
Here is Skingraft. And an appropriate name at that...as it hurts to look at this yaba daba doody. Duh...you think this head dress was inspired by the Gareth Pugh ridiculousness from Paris? Give me a break.
What's this? Pirates of Penzance meets Z-Cavaricci? Oy.
Yes, Pirates plenty. Ahoy Matey. Is that a parrot on your shoulder, or are you just happy to see me? Help.
Oh, and here we have some front row sitters at Skingraft. Look, he borrowed Fred Munster's shoes and was feeling all that...and a bag of chips. And what's on her head?
Look at the amazing workmanship of this Alakazia. Nice fit on the legging.
Ah, now I get it. Alakazia...alakazam. You are in a fashion show!
Alakazia makes quirky man hat and bike pants the must have pairing. And look, he's wearing boxers with that. This is the first man to need Underalls.
Alakazia, alakazam...you will have a flower growing out of your crotch. Bam. Nude Underalls needed here.
They're creepy and they're kooky...
Mysterious and spooky.
They're all together ooky.
The Martin MARTIN family.