Seven days of pure, unadulterated material worship
By Marcos Luevanos, Metromix
Once upon a runway in Culver City, there was an entire week dedicated to the adoration of fashion. A week of both expected disappointments and unexpected surprises. A week of low-cut highs and thigh-high lows. A week of hot lights and even hotter models. A week of dressing to the nines, staying out 'till 4, going to bed at 5, and waking up at 6. A week of transvestite underwear, Scientologists, nipples, and the Hilton sisters. Take a look at our photos from Fashion Week: seven days of pure, unadulterated material worship.
With a douchey tagline like “Melanie Griffith in ‘Working Girl’ travels through Berlin and Paris, listening to Nirvana,” should we have expected something good?
