A Busy Bee
I've been a busy bee, flitting between fashion shows, thumb-typing stories on my Motorola Q and chasing mayors, money-hungry designers and other bold-faced names for a juicy quote. It was a good thing that, on the second day of L.A. Fashion Week, Miguelito was shipped off to Cannes, France, to attend the animation industry's version of wining and dining, wheeling and dealing. Somehow, in the middle of the madness, I've been able to find the coolest ankle boots, which I first spotted at Suh-Tahn's runway presentation. I discovered the suede kicks were from Aldo after I saw an assistant stack up all the boxes backstage after the show. Carved with an architectural sole and heel, the boots cost $130. Slouchy chic is the way to go for next spring. Take heed: it'd have to be either slouchy pants like boyfriend jeans or slouchy tops like what I saw at Suh-Tahn paired with skinny pants. If you combine both a baggy bottom and a billowing blouse, you'll look like a back-up singer for Salt 'N' Pepa circa 1989. I love the drama in the back of this Suh-Tahn minidress.
The Internet is letting anyone become a reporter, even Gwyneth Paltrow, the Oscar-winning actress who blasts her thoughts on vegan pancakes, cool boots and other mementos of her rarefied lifestyle from her own Web site called Goop. Thankfully, she's way past her penchant for pink from the 1999 Oscars. She's now sporting striped sweaters on her road trip across Spain with the Crocs-loving chef Mario Batali.
Eating regular meals is a rarity during L.A. Fashion Week. One night, I tasted some Korean BBQ at a party for the opening of a new Korean restaurant called Shin in Hollywood. One of the high-profile investors, Mark Ronson, took a turn at the DJ table, spinning The Angels' high-pitched ode to previously M.I.A. boyfriends.
Though L.A. Fashion Week is but an afterthought to the runway shows in New York, London, Milan and Paris, many local writers aspire to be the SoCal Suzy Menkes. The real deal recently celebrated her 20 years as the International Herald Tribune's fashion critic. Hip hip hooray! I want to be like her when I grow up. In the meantime, I'll take some credit for discovering elegantly punky corsages crafted by Gilly Flowers out of felt, paper, pleather and succulents.