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More glam and glitz were on hand at Pussycat Dolls creator Robin Antin’s closing Smashbox show for her lingerie line called Shhh. The sexy spectacle was part concert, part runway show, and its lack of high-fashion pretense (and lack of flesh coverage) allowed even the serious couture-minded contingent to let loose. The skivvies themselves were actually pretty sassy, in stripes, leopard prints, bright colors and strategically placed ruffles and bows. But enough already with the Old English lettering (so secondhand L.A.M.B.). It adorned not only several of the skimpy pieces but also a gaggle of glossed gals in the crowd — all contestants from Antin’s new televised girl-group search Girlicious.
Also in the audience were Sean “P Diddy” Combs, Quincy Jones, Dr. Dre, and Chelsea Korka from Antin’s first TV show, The Pussycat Dolls Present: The Search for the Next Doll (she tells us that even though she lost on the show, Antin signed her to another group, the Paradiso Girls, and she is releasing a disc on Interscope next year). As for the Dolls, the group is now a quintet after the departure of 30-year-old crimson-haired doll Carmit Bachar, but her absence was barely noticeable since one of the remaining gals has gone red. They performed a peppy five-song set, including the dance remix of that “Don’t Cha” song. The eye-candy quotient left us with a sugar-high headache.
The Golden Egg
Speaking of sweet stuff, Jared Gold’s much-touted presentation at Union Station the next night was yummier than a basket full of
chocolate bunnies. The Easter-parade-meets-(Coppola take on)–Marie Antoinette–meets-Russian-ballet prance-fest saw models Traci Lords, Madonna-ex Tony Ward and America’s Next Top Model alums groove across the elevated catwalk for more than 1,000 equally colorful club kids and style mavens, including Project Runway divas Sweet P and Kit Pistol, The L Word’s Kate French and actor Billy Zane, to name a few. Miss Derringer and ANTM’s Lisa D’Amato performed onstage after the show, but most swarmed upon Gold’s pop-up boutique to get their shop on, making the music more of a backdrop. D’Amato’s snarky rap noise was particularly appropriate during the retail frenzy, in which hundreds crammed into a tiny space to snatch up flimsy dresses in cotton and spandex, wild printed tees (the gold-lettered “Fuck the Scene” tee we wanted sold out in seconds!), striped skirts and his famous gem-encrusted live-cockroach pins. Selected guests were even gifted with mini Barbie-brand sewing machines. Once again, Gold lived up to his name. The show and after-party dripped with gilded excess and wacky theatricality.
It may not have been the most challenging or thought-provoking week, but this season’s fashionable functions did, at least, have entertainment value. Even with all the fame-mongering and new label figureheads at the forefront, the effort to break out of the jeans-and-flip-flops stereotype was prevalent. That’s progress for Los Angeles. Other events — the scaled-down Box Eight shows downtown, Sue Wong’s flapper-themed mansion bash, Junker Designs’ goth-o-rama in Beverly Hills — also offered plenty of excuses to get dressed up again, and Angelenos turned it out with varying degrees of hot and not. In fact, we had as much fun eyeing the week’s revelers as we did the runways. See ’em for yourself in our slide show (and on the Style Council blog).