By Christine Suppes
The build up before Verdad's show was intense. Everyone knew he was the week's star---first as the designer to Madonna and Cate Blanchett, and now catching fire all over town. At the end of his runway, he placed two hunky young men, seated at a cafŽ table. Their "job" was to ogle the models
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as they strutted down the catwalk, in this case a small Mediterranean beach venue from a few decades ago. Luxurious and feminine, the collection echoed Mr. Verdad's love of European style, of an elegant bygone era, and romance. We adored the pantsuits with the slightly padded shoulders and the cropped pants as much as we loved the Barbie night club singer gowns. Mr. Verdad plays with masculine pinstripes on a simply cut gown, but adds a giant flower on the shoulder of a cocktail dress. Clearly jeans have no place in the wardrobe of Mr. Verdad's ideal woman.
His woman is dressed to the hilt from morning till long after the sun goes down. And guess what? Los Angeles, capital of casual, cannot get enough of Louis Verdad!
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