The lights grew dim, and the fashionable onlookers waited in excitement for the show to begin. Then, like a thoroughbred at the gate, she charged down the runway to Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song". She was exotic and beautiful, with heavily-lined eyes and bedecked in expensive-looking rocker style pants paired with a small jacket and a tee. She also wore a resplendent headpiece resembing Lady Liberty's crown- and she definitely had my attention.
The models were representations of some ancient race similar to a Fayum portrait. The men, full-lipped with almondine eyes were guardians and keepers of some antiquated secret like a Templar Knight. And the women were Bollywood princesses who exchanged their elaborate saris for Harley-Davidsons.