The fun is back. At Sunday night’s show, there were a few misfires — some too kooky to believe they were anything but calculated to hit a chord with press-happy pundits. Never one to shy away from pushing the public’s buttons, Lara Flynn Boyle laid a bigger egg than Björk in a pink tutu and ballerina heels. Then there was Sharon Stone in a fetish-goth Versace look that can only be construed as the equivalent of a man’s midlife Ferrari. It made us wish for the days when elegance meant a Gap T-shirt. Oh, and where’s the prom, Beyoncé?
This story first appeared in the January 21, 2003 issue of WWD. Subscribe Today.