And while the works on display were attractive, for some odd reason, the bright colors and intriguing, inventive shapes that kept catching my attention weren't on the walls but on the floor.
Let's face it - an art opening is a fashionista's paradise. And particularly a fashionista with a love for shoes.
Brocade Chuck Taylors. Odd shaped open-toed booties. Teeteringly high cork-soled wedgies. Munster-like clodhoppers in black. Chenille-flocked platform pumps.
As befits the L.A. art scene, many people wore black - I spotted many a dolmen-sleeved assymetrical black linen shroud-like garment moving through the crowd. But perhaps because it's almost summer, there were flashes of color - here and there flashed bright tights in vermillion, cobalt, or cadmium yellow, flaring above python-skin strappy sandals or burgundy four-inch patent leather ghillie-loafers.
Another hint of summer was the noticeable presence of white clothing - the museum director herself was head-to-toe in a white linen suit. "White is the new black," someone noted.
Some folks must have said to hell with it and decked themselves out in full hippie retro regalia, like this woman in her pink flowered dress, black leggings, and shiny bone-colored pumps.
|Is she wearing his coat?|
|His jacket is pink-striped seersucker|
|Orange jumpsuit and stacked-heel pumps.|
It's tricky to balance a cocktail while sneaking an I-phone photo behind the back of the guard in a gallery, which is why I can't show you some of the more astonishing specimens I encountered. There was the lady in a dress that looked like a dishtowel, wearing bright blue chunky-heeled pumps. Another in a dress made of doilies wore ankle-strapped gladiator sandals. A fashionable older lady wore emerald-green vintage peep-toe oxfords. As we found our way out at the end of the evening, we passed on the marble staircase a lanky sylph in organdy, clopping up the stairs in six-inch hot pink suede hooves.
|Young men wore sneakers|