The crowd has, in the main, been very well behaved at Fashion Week this season--with a couple of notable exceptions.

Exhibit 1: The guy with the gold grille, red hair and the walking stick at BOXeight Downtown.

He was unmistakable if you saw him, a strange cross between Boy George and Jaws from Moonraker with his mouthful of metal. Picture him, walking around, looking crazy. As a good reporter I felt compelled to ask what the hell his deal was.

ME: "Who are you"

CRAZY, taking my hand in his: "Here's all you need to know. It's in your hands."

At this point I realized I was not dealing with any of the usual self-promoting Fashion Week bores, and put down my notepad.  But I coudn't keep my eyes off those teeth. I haven't seen many skinny red-haired white boys rocking that much dental gold in a long time.

ME: "Are they real grilles?" I asked.

CRAZY: "Yes, they cost me told $30,000."

Amazed, I asked if I could touch them, and he said yes - but only with my tongue, lips or face.

I will say, dear reader/s, that I rose to the challenge, and did indeed make out with the craziest man at fashion week, all in the name of Metromix and reportage.  And yes, the gold was for reals. I justified my actions to my boyfriend by describing the incident as less makeout, and more performance art.

I wish I had a photo of this special gentlemen (who was spotted peeing in the BOXeight garden not long after our embrace), but my camera had died.

I do, however, have a photo of someone who was almost as funny. Here he is on the left, having an Ed Hardy lovefest with some other guy at Smashbox.

This fruity-breathed Cassanova asked every single girl that walked past him for their card and number (including me, naturally I gave both). He was so over-friendly, he became a source of amusement for all around. He was the rep for a water company, and as one photographer asked him "are you sure that's all thats in that bottle?"

Models were plus-sized, snowy haired, stubbly-faced (and female), cracked-out and hypnotizingly non-traditional at last night's Grey Ant show.

The show (and the clothes) was one of the most innovative of I've seen at Smashbox, and made me very happy to be writing about fashion in LA at this time.

Grant Krajecki, founder and designer of the LA-based label, normally shows alongside Marc Jacobs and Phillip Lim in New York. But he was brought back to LA this season by fashion powerhouse, Kelly Cutrone of Peoples' Revolution. Smashbox made a wise move in hiring her as a consultant, as she has singlehandedly transformed LA Fashion Week this season, bringing back big name designers like Jeremy Scott, Heatherette, Grey Ant and Petro Zillia to LA.

I made friends with a writer for an Irish magaine called Image, who was writing a story about the fashion scene in LA. I told her she should speak to Cutrone, which she did. Apparently Cutrone was frank, honest and illiuminating, and talked about her vision for LA Fashion Week at length. She said she had initially wanted to have Valentino show here, except then he went and announced his retirement.

Can you imagine...Valentino? In LA??? Keep on keepin' on Kelly, we like your style.