©CAD/ Fame PicturesFashion Week is going down here in Hell-Ay, and let us tell ya it's nothin' like the glitzed biz that goes down in NY. For ince, the Lauren Conrad Collection was the show to get a ticky to last night, with lines circling the Mercedes-Benz Main Tent. Only here in the Hills, folks. Think Anna Wintour 'n' crew would even bat a fake eyelash if this took place in Manhattan? Wouldn't count on it.
We made the trek down to Culver City to see what the fuss was about, only to find a disorganized mess. The show was overbooked by 500 peeps, so you can imagine all the cranky fans and fake socialites tapping their Louboutin heels outside. Even Conrad's mom and pop were stuck among that madness, but were being rather good sports about the whole sitch. Her show was ovah in minutes, before we even finished a libation. Front-row seats went to "stars" like Holly Madison and Rev Run's daughters. Not exactly an A-list crowd, Laur.
Like the guest list, the buzz wasn't that fab either. "Same overpriced, plain clothes and same boring patterns," squawked many fashionistas.
We caught up with Jason Wahler, Conrad's bad-boy ex-BF. Since we blinked and missed the show, we asked Jas-hon, hand in hand with his fiancée, what he thought of his former designer honey's goods. "It was OK," he blabbed in a forced positive tone, "you know." Uh, yeah, we do.
Don't shed a tear for L.C., though. Her consolation prize last night? A forgiving reunion (which will last as long as her fashion shows) with frenemy Heidi Montag. With Audrina on the outs, guess you'll take friends where you can get 'em, huh, L?
—With additional sass by Taryn Ryder