So, I have another Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Kick Off under my skinny belt, and it's beginning to feel a lot like summer camp. Seeing old friends and faces from last season as we gather in front of the ol' familiar Camp Kawabunga tent. The only difference is, it's the Cabaña Grande tent, and instead of roasting weinies and marshmallows while singing cheesy folk songs by the campfire, we're eating tuna tartare amuse-bouches and swaying to Jessica Szohr's DJ set poolside.
Cut to the Diesel Swimwear Show - which served as the perfect opening act. I was surprised to see that the virtual pioneer in the world of denim veered away from incorporating any actual denim pieces into the collection, but there were a few icy blue faux denim suits and a definite Boogie Nights vibe that was strutting down the catwalk, with a handful of California landscape/skyline/palm tree patterned pieces I'd expect to see on Jackie and Donna à la That 70's Show. The men's suits were cute, one pair in particular that wasn't too long, wasn't too short, wasn't too pink or, pardon my candor, junk revealing.
(Photo credits - Andrew H. Walker/Getty Images for IMG)
As promised, Kristin Cavallari injected a clear shot of excitement into the evening wowing the crowd in a showstopping cobalt blue bikini accented with Skyy chandelier-like shards of glass.
Considering the fact that she isn't a model by profession, Kristin knocked it out of the tent with an impressive, composed and confident walk. I was surprised to see how teenie she was (like me!), and she looked better, naturally tanner and healthier than most of the models who preceded her down the Diesel runway.
She did look a bit nervous and kept sneaking shy peaks at her fiancé, Chicago Bears quarterback Jay Cutler, but covered her nerves like a pro with a dazzling smile and even managed to appear genuine and convincing while waving around a ginormous Diesel flag around during the final walk.
Nicely done K. Cavall. I raise my glass to you and hope that your bikini glass didn't give you any unfortunate ouchies in your private bits and pieces.
More postcards from Camp Cabaña Grande to come...