by Tracey Paleo~
I simply WON’T be discussing the mayhem of the evening. Being asked to check in twice between a solid hour waiting in drizzle and stilettos; my guest not getting a seat; thimble-sized vodka shots in the mixed drinks; how I starved for a hors d’oeuvres and never found the restroom; the sound that kept going in and out; and the evil ‘tourist’ from Chicago who threatened to ‘cut’ another person in the valet line equipped with only 3 men to serve over 500 attendees…
So as I delightedly peruse through my 2nd row from the front of the stage center aisle seat swag bag, and think Thin as I munch nutritious caramel fudge, fantasize about my fabulously new LiQWD volumized shampooed hair, Skineez-ily slinking around the streets of LA, moisturized, toned and Too Too frangrantly Betsy Johnson, I note the highlights of the first night of LA Fashion Weekend starting with my new BFF, fashion designer Jelena Vujanovic of the brand Vilorija, Paris, France who I accidentally photographed as a fantastical fixture in the room, complimented her on her style, subsequently ran into over and over throughout the evening and finally practically pushed onto the red carpet. It’s so unfair that so much fun, flirty romance and futuristic fashion sense could be housed into one woman. But then she was in great company with our very own BETSY boop who simply pleased the audience with more than a little punch, poof, florals and flounce on the runway.
A circus of mostly media, little hats, booties, multicolors, glitters and glasses (filled with pink moonshine). One of my favorite moments was watching everyone else film, photograph, and iPad-ograph the event. So when the show finally got on the road, what a relief to view the not so normal street wear, but a parade of prints, jewel tones and even classic looks I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing and more to the point, wearing to my next Oscars show a la Dina Bar-El who produced some eye-goggling sexiness in slinky (but not slutty) form fitting lines and simple, gorgeous fabrics for a very, daringly refreshing and bold Napoleon Perdis glamour enhanced, almost 40’s inspired night. Yes, that’s exactly how I would put it.