Last night, the Consulate General of Israel presented some of the tiny country’s biggest sartorial names during a runway presentation at MOCA’s Geffen Contemporary downtown.
The clothiers that sent mostly cringe-worthy looks down the catwalk included Bracha Bar-On, Kedem Sasson, Keren Naftali, Yosef Peretz, Shai Shalom, Alembika and, yes, someone called Sugar Daddy–whose goods appeared to be the Israeli equivalent of Ed Hardy (or something equally as mall kiosk-worthy).
But, in the spirit of the country that my ancestors sat in concentration camps to see, I’ve decided to eschew a typical runway roast in favor of something a bit sweeter: Terry Poison, the rad, techno pop band that opened the show.
The Tel Aviv based group stole the evening’s exhibition in 80s inspired ensembles that channeled Jem and the Holograms. Lead singer Louise Kahn donned a full body catsuit with 
panels of prism and lace while keyboard player Gili Saar (who also happens to be an actress and model) rocked out in a pair of high waist, pastel metallic foil leggings stamped with frolicking unicorns.
But the piece that really made my heart pound was the pair of red, spray-on spandex pants sported by group member Petite Meller.
The high waist, Sandy-from-Grease-style hot pants were sprinkled with big, Bedazzler-style gems in every color of the rainbow.
In other words, they were kind of perfect.
If only the rest of the runway had matched the band’s blend of perfectly proportioned, far out fashion I wouldn’t have spent the evening singing “dayenu” in my head (for all you non Tribe-members, that’s the Passover tune that translates to “It would have been enough”).
Oh well. As we say at the Seder, next year in Israel.
Related Posts from The Spiel:
