Sunday, February 11, 2007

Feb. 1: Miss Sixty Show

My fashion week experience kicked off with a Red Bull-charged show that only label Miss Sixty would deliver. I kicked up my stilettos and went sky-higgghhhh to the penthouse of 7 World Trade Center, NY, where the skyline and high-fashion mix (at least for one night).

Designer Scott Pask delivered a sexy Fall collection that's pumped with Rock N' Roll vibes and feminine silhouettes. I'm talking about stretchy vinyl/leather looking skin tight pants with spiky heels, and minis minis minis. Pask's version of a Miss Sixty girl is playful yet hard-edged, sort of like dressing Leigh Lezark in tight leather pants and throw on a pleasant silk blouse.

The runway, lit up by a gazillion amount of light bulbs, was absolutely blinding, as was the location of the after party's open bar. Vodka and Moet Chandon champagne were free flowing; yet only 20 trays of bit-size hors d'oerves were served among a crowd of 1,000 plus guests. Staying true to fashion week's spirit, the fashion horde prefers to stay in an euphoric state of drunkenness rather than growing horizontally.

They just don't eat.

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