A dear friend of mine successfully sported that look for a couple of years solid, and I’m glad to report she is now moving towards shades of rust and mustard, if that should be any indication of melancholies to follow. Of course, she should have waited for the first half of Bebe’s spring collection before she made the switch.
Highlights included cleverly cut cropped jackets and vests, gauzy blouses, updated kimono dresses, an homage to Monsieur Courreges white pastille tops, charming ruffles cascading in and out of off-the-shoulder tunics, nice spiky shoulders updating floaty classics and more of this season’s favorite little frilly rompers.
Lo-lights corralled rather less-than-more successful revisitations of the full body nude crochet dress or the pair of fake suede, fringed, micro-shorts and its matching day-bra; uninspired ventures in shiny black polyester and of course the piece-de-resistance pleather-fishnet bodysuits that the skankinooks had been waiting for all along.
The room was relatively silent, as the French electro-pop soared to the steps of the delicate creatures. I’m not sure if that evolution will succeed in training the thonged-tramp-stamped masses into restriction, or if Bebe threatens to lose the crowd that had bankrolled its success. But certainly there are quite a few of those outfits I wouldn’t mind being caught alive in next spring, and given my state of mind as I walked in, that’s saying a lot.
Ah but this is the second half of the show, damnedness!!! No Capri baroness here, as anyone can see…. Ah, I guess you just had to be there…