If the East Coast/West Coast rap rivalry extended to the fashion world, it would be a West Coast beat down. And it seems L.A. Fashion Week may have been dealt it’s final blow.
After all, what’s a fashion week without designers and models and press? Turns out, it’s the event formerly known as L.A. Fashion Week. Yes, Los Angeles centers around image and money, but that doesn’t necessarily mean style, which is what L.A. lacks. Yes, we have Rodeo Dr., but that doesn’t mean the bored housewives who shop there know a thing about high-fashion. Not like New York or Paris or Milan know fashion.
It’s going to take a lot more than the likes of pseudo-celeb designers like Lauren Conrad to revive the fashion scene in Los Angeles. In fact, it’s going to take just the opposite. L.A. needs real designers. Not reality stars who lend their names to line after line of forgettable merchandise. L.A. needs Lanvin and Dior and Chanel.
You have no idea how much it pains me to live in a city that is known as the Ed Hardy capital of the world. I cringe everytime I see one of those tattooed trucker hats.
While it may not be dead yet, unless there’s a miracle, L.A. Fashion Week may cease to exist.
