This was possibly the lamest L.A. Fashion Week in the brief history of L.A. Fashion Weeks. Last year we had the likes of Courtney Love, Charlize Theron, Jack Nicholson and Mischa Barton sitting in the front row. This year, except for Diana Ross, the biggest names were ones you wouldn’t recognize. The gift bags were wastes of trees (large bags containing only matchbooks), and the free drinks still sucked. But this season, what was missing the most was the show in fashion show. Where was the theater? The entertainment? I know criticizing something young and defenseless is like slapping an infant, but this is Los Angeles. We have movie magic and set designers at our fingertips. I’m not talking about using cheesy special effects, but is it too much to ask for well-done, well-conceived productions? Last season, at the Corey Lynn Calter show, snowflakes sprinkled the catwalk, adding to the fairy-tale theme of the show. It was unexpected and, for a moment, transported you from being in the same old Smashbox tent to... More >>>