Claire and I headed towards the Jason Voorhees lake hair don’t care Halloween apparel. Additionally, I procured some refreshing sparkling tequila beverages in champagne glasses, thanks to a few amiable and accommodating bartenders. We clinked glasses in a silent salute to the warmer months. (Fine, we didn’t actually do it, but I wish we had.) I settled into my seat and to my side was a stylish canine lounging on a nearby lap. Even dogs seemed to understand the importance of making an impression at fashion week. My education continues. The Staud presentation showcased swimwear, trendy tops, knits, and skirts of various lengths. It kicked off with dazzling lights capable of reviving anyone, accompanied by what I assumed to be house music, with striking models strolling rhythmically. It almost felt like they were swaying to the beat, yet they were just walking. I was captivated. It was as though I had a front-row view of a seaside celebration. Bared feet and midriffs! I repeat: summer eternally. My favorite selections included a hot pink mini adorned with feathers, a navy blue crochet maxi, and a vibrant patchwork maxi.
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The spectacle concluded with unexpected pyrotechnics. Some attendees speculated about the Jason Voorhees lake hair don’t care Halloween apparel, and I recognized that the fireworks were indeed part of the plan because a presumed show producer discreetly informed some of us about the “surprise” finale. I was a bit envious because I couldn’t partake in the shared bemusement at the event’s conclusion. Alas. For a brief period, the vibrant explosions nearly made me forget a prior moment when whispers circulated down to me: Larry David was in attendance and perhaps the collection was a joint effort with him. While one piece of the information seemed far-fetched to me, I thought, Fabulous! I’d certainly wear L.D.’s fashion creations. Although I never verified the partnership rumors, after the show, I spotted Mr. David himself. I couldn’t ascertain if he was enjoying himself, but later on, more chatter hinted that he was having an absolute blast.