While the red carpet entrance and main tent at Smashbox Studios were both still abuzz with free tequila drinkers, a few glamorous dudes in drag, and Lloyd from Entourage on Wednesday, the air inside Samora's evening show was restrained, if not a bit dull. I was so bored, in fact, that I couldn't even identify (and I am a little celeb-crazy like that) the "starlets" posing for photographers on the catwalk before the show.

Samora's ode to Audrey Hepburn was admirable amid L.A.'s fascination with flesh and flash, and while many of the clothes were headed in the right direction, the shoes looked clunky and weird, and most of the skirts, jackets and tops were chock full of bells and whistles. Scalloped hems, tulip skirts under baggy jackets with ties and ruffles, etc., added up to excessively applied accents.

There were some concepts I really liked: clever wide belts, a watermelon-orange long sweater with slits in front, and the way she embraced the wrapped-up look with scarves and bulky tops paired with clingy, ruched skirts. If only her show had been as well put together.