It was all unexpectedly sexy, as models in scarlet tights slunk around Mark Seliger s studio like caged cats, to the husky tones of Amanda Lear s "I Am a Photograph."
"We wanted them to look like the girl on Bryan Ferry s Roxy Music covers," Rodriguez said. "Feline" is the word that best describes her black body-con cocktail dresses. A lone bow capelet spoke to the old-time romance of past collections, while short-on-sugar-but-long-on-spice suits and dresses in sculptural and fitted shapes were constructed of wools, knit lace, cashmere, and lots of leather, patent and otherwise.
The birds-of-paradise that brazenly bloom everywhere in Los Angeles lit the march of Rodriguez s creative flame this season, and the inspiration grew to encompass birds, canyons, modern architecture, and machines. It was a collection that had not only been fired up, but—like a lot of the shows we ve seen so far this week—had grown up, too.
