Last Saturday, at Brian Lichtenberg's runway show that closed Los Angeles Fashion Week, I quietly prayed that the presentation would start as late as possible. That's because I wanted to spend as much time as possible gaping at the club kids who crowded the front row.
On this particular night, the guys outshone the girls in their silver lame sneakers.
The scruffies also nonchalantly mixed textures, for instance, quilted leather with pintucks on cotton.
A fake fur stole helped transform a camou wife beater into an evening look.
This fellow almost impaled his neighbors with his ninja deathstar headpiece.
Sometime in the late Seventies, Michael Jackson and Sid Vicious spawned this hipster.
As for the girls, they showed lots of leg. I'm not sure where this particular kitten drew her inspiration to pair a white tutu with orange Dr. Martens. The most polite way to describe this aesthetic is kooky skanky.
Mark "The Cobrasnake" Hunter also chose to reveal more than necessary, donning a sheer patchwork shirt over tie-dye jeans. I used to think he was a more goofy version of Dov Charney, what with his camera constantly aimed at PYTs. With this getup, he's channeling Ron Jeremy.
At last, people took their seats to welcome Lichtenberg's muses. Often hailed as the next Jeremy Scott, Lichtenberg has a knack for creating fun frocks to wear dancing all night long. He stayed true to his Eighties roots, even when jumping back a million years to the Neanderthal era. Think of Daryl Hannah from "The Clan of the Cave Bear," reincarnated as a Balmain girl.
The Star Wars geek in me loved the giant stuffed Yoda head attached to the mini skirt.
I am such a Yoda fan that seven years ago, when a movie critic at a newspaper where I used to work reviewed "Star Wars - Episode II: Attack of the Clones," I begged an editor to send me the pointillistic portrait of Yoda that the paper's art department created. I'll always remember Pauline Kael's succinct description of the little green dude: He looks like a wonton and talks like a fortune cookie.
Cutouts for a cutie.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the emerging trend of accessories for accessories
. After all, in a recession, even shoes can do with a bit of refreshing. Here, it's Mondrianesque spats.
This looks like a hula skirt for the ankle, according to Miguelito.
Indeed, Miguelito said the brown shag gave him a flashback to when he was 9 years old, visiting the musk ox exhibit at the Minnesota Zoo.
Lichtenberg's designs could be deemed unisex. That is, if you're a very skinny and brave boy. Though this knit tunic reeks of Rodarte, club kids of any gender will surely eat it up.