Los Angeles saw more than its fair share of tight and tiny last week. From sexy minis and short-shorts to bikinis and clinging dresses, the runway celebrated body-baring this season.
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It’s clear why beach girls go gaga for Sanctuary, designed by Cali poster couple Debra and Ken Polanco. They know what’s been done and what’s needed. In this case, that’s thin cotton camis, flirty skirts and tiny shorts. Jetting from the Left Coast to the Mediterranean, Susan Elizabeth’s Susan Hubbard had the traveling woman of leisure in mind, showing a line of tiny bikinis and plunging cowlneck one-pieces, in black-and-white Lycra, that looked as though they came straight from St. Tropez. Meanwhile, Samora’s shiny short-shorts and short dresses were perfect for women who love to lounge at their favorite Caspian Sea resort.
Designer Paul Magalad of San Paredes said his “lack of sex” served as a catalyst for his racy collection of clingy dresses, flouncy halters and “cha-cha-cha” mini skirts, which were all done with a flamenco spirit — ruffles, hand-sewn petals and raw-edged seams.
Elsewhere, Maria Bianca Nero was in the pink for spring with pretty dresses and no-nonsense slim, stretch trousers, as well as plenty of black offerings for cocktail. Jamie Lauren’s Lure was clearly a function of Eighties verve with zip jackets, sporty shorts and ruffled minis with neon piping while Evelina Galli, who is ready to take her year-old custom business to retail, presented a group of artfully rendered items, such as black silk tunics splashed in abstract scribbles by painter pal Alexandra and floor-length capes crocheted by her mother and grandmother.
Meanwhile, following a short-lived stint designing for Bebe and penning a novel of fetish-punk adventures (no doubt encouraged by partner Jerry Stahl), Monah Li is back, and so, too, are her hand-dyed silk slips and camis. The husband-wife team behind Martin Martin, Eric and Diane Moss-Martin, is well known to those who seek the artsy signifiers of tucks, holes and knots in their otherwise minimalistwear. Eventually, however, the tricks overpowered the clothes. And it didn’t help that one model’s chest was painted with the slogan, “the poetry of antifashion.”