It’s a good thing the Victoria’s Secret fashion show will be on TV in a couple of days, because I’m not really sure how to describe it.
Something like, “At last night’s Victoria’s Secret show, naked women, but for $3 million bras and tweed bustles, walked down a triangular runway, around the Black Eyed Peas who performed with mimes and trapeze artists, in front of a diverse front row including Jay-Z, Carine Roitfeld, Michelle Trachtenberg, Dr. Dre, Patricia Field and Sir Richard Branson. The giant blow up dog that blew up out of the floor at the start of Pink section took our breath away and we left the Armory covered in glitter,” would be a good start.
It was sort of like fashion Disneyland; there were lasers and dancers, people were in the sky, wings were made out of balloons, Fergie was actually great and the whole production made a Chanel show look like it’s put together by a high school stage crew (a really talented one, sure).
If there’d been clothing, I’d say it was the most fun I’ve ever had at a fashion show.