After all of the legit Fashism Weeks have come and gone, it’s our turn here in the sartorial hinterland that is L.A to hold our own. Not to knock my adopted hometown, but in terms of producing real local talent, we’ve got a long way to go. Here are some hints of promise from the West Coast runways thus far:
But the greatest surprise to emerge from the L.A. cattywalk has been our favorite Nuddhist Bai Ling…clothed!…who walked for the unparalleled Yves Castaldi (actually, never heard of him). Somebody hook this girl up with Miss J from America’s Next Top Model to teach her lumbering self how to work.
My theory? Covering up her teats makes her sad.
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