At Meghan the theme was a rendezvous weekend at the No-Tel Motel. I was handed what is sure to be the cutest seat assignment ticket ever, a “Please Disturb Me” sign, and greeted by oily hunky bellhops. For Spring 07 Meghan invisioned a jet setter, with an arsenal of sexiness in her carry-on, inspired by “opulent and cheesy” hotel lobbies, silky soft bed sheets, and island destinations. Her large collection (90 pieces! some complained it was just too darn big) reminded me of the white hot heat of Miami, sexy, but a little sleazy. Her best dresses were the ones that played it simple, little babydolls with shimmery gold threads running through them, kimono dresses and fringey flappery kinds. I scanned the front row and just as I thought Fashion week may have fallen below celebrity radar this season, I spot, four seats away, Diana Ross. I asked her what she thought of the show, with a big smile and shaking her wild mane of curls, “It was gorgeous.” When a boob popped out on the runway, I wondered, but didn’t dare to ask Ms. Ross, how badly she wanted to give it a little tap like she did with Lil Kim…
