We saw both St. Louis runway darling Karlie Kloss and Anna Wintour at the BCBGMax Azria show. Karlie continues to shine with a commanding walk that shows both feminine poise, mirth and a no-nonsense attitude. It’s hard to believe that after rocking the runway, she slips into flip-flops and goes to a hotel to do homework.

We love watching Anna because, well, she’s Anna. She is ever the thoughtful guest. She arrives on-time and takes her seat without an entourage. She sits quietly and people watches. You can see her giving approval to a tall lanky blonde in a BCBG dress and then raising an eyebrow to another in a boxy jumper or completely looking through a crowd of seat poaching late-teens as if they were glass. For the show she dons her trademark sunglasses (she has said that it’s to guard her retinas from the glare of the runway lights, but most of us suspect that she doesn’t want her facial expression to be misinterpreted as items come down the runway).

Lacoste’s show on Saturday was a fun frolic through the south of France. Though the line looks so Americana, the line’s Parisian origins were emphasized this season with a South of France theme. Guests walked in to the sound of electronic crickets, prompting many to ask, “What the heck is that?” and others to debate whether it sounded more like cicadas or crickets. All in all, the show didn’t have many surprises, but as usual it was styled to a tee with a great black and white golf scene and some new (for Lacoste) tunics and sweater dresses that trended away from the sporty in sportswear.

A showing of Charlotte Ronson was a surprising hot, hot commodity despite the fact that it was in a much smaller venue here at the tents. The crush was a bit surprising, but thank goodness we had a seat and an invite with which to beat away the poachers. The line was full of subdued colors and an edgy preppy aesthetic. I really liked the plays on denim that including dresses with exposed zippers and cutaway elements on the shoulders, but my favorites were the sweet, frothy dresses that looked liked something you’d throw on in a rush, but you’d still hear compliments all day.

Photos by Debra D. Bass | Post-Dispatch