Confused.

That about sums up my feeling on Yotam Solomon’s Fall/Winter 2010 presentation Thursday night. The confusion started with the location: a private residence tucked high up in the Bird Streets section of the Hollywood Hills. After zig-zagging through a massive line of traffic on stick-thin roads, I pulled up to the valet only to be turned away.  So I went in search of street parking. And during the 15 minute, uphill trek, girls had to remove their heels. Eventually, though on the brink of an asthma attack, I arrived with a smile, hoping to see some great fashion to match our travel efforts and the excellent jetliner views.

Then came a second round of confusion.

In lieu of a runway, models would be “milling about near the couches.” Uh, ok. And judging by my eavesdropping, it seemed I wasn’t the only bewildered guest: This is ridiculous… Wait, where is the runway?…  Did we miss the show?… Is there a show?…

But even more confusing than the lead up to the presentation was the collection itself.  A lack of cohesion made it difficult to discern Solomon’s designs from a random party-goer’s ensemble. Between a complicated satin mini, a fringed jersey dress and what looked like a skirt-suit for the club, I was left, dare I say it again, confused. On the upside, Solomon is only 22, which leaves plenty of room for growth. And his collection of shoes on display were promising.

Overall, the event fell victim to the typical evils of L.A. Fashion—lack of attention to design and detail for an excuse to schmooze and booze.

But at least I got a good workout.