Los Angeles Swim Week 2024 is a distant memory now, but the aftershocks of its most outrageous shows are still being felt. One such earthquake of poolside proportions was the Richard Hallmarq presentation, brought to life by the ever-theatrical Art Hearts Fashion. This wasn’t your average stroll down a runway in a teeny bikini; it was a full-on poolside opera, darling.

Hallmarq, a name synonymous with pushing the boundaries of swimwear (think less “Baywatch” and more “David Bowie pool party”), did not disappoint. The venue pulsed with enough neon lights to rival a Vegas casino, transforming the space into a technicolor underwater disco. Imagine synchronized swimmers gone rogue, with a soundtrack courtesy of a hyperactive synthesizer.

The models, a kaleidoscope of toned physiques and captivating personalities, strutted their stuff in what could only be described as “swimwear as performance art.” Think high-waisted metallic numbers that shimmered like a mermaid’s disco ball, or one-piece suits that morphed into flowing aquatic capes with a dramatic flourish (perfect for a poolside entrance, obvs).

There were moments of genuine awe, like a holographic bikini that seemed to defy physics (and possibly basic notions of fabric), and moments that had the audience questioning their sanity, like a particularly enthusiastic model sporting a headpiece that resembled a startled lobster. But hey, that’s Richard Hallmarq for you – never one to shy away from a bold statement (or a questionable seafood accessory).

However, beneath the glitter and absurdity, there was a clear appreciation for quality design. The cuts were flattering, the fabrics luxurious (well, most of them – the jury’s still out on the lobster hat material), and the overall effect undeniably eye-catching.

So, if you’re looking for a poolside look that guarantees you’ll be the center of attention (and maybe get mistaken for a particularly well-dressed fish), then Richard Hallmarq is your designer. Just be prepared for a sensory overload of neon, glitter, and enough poolside drama to rival a telenovela. After all, who says swimming can’t be a full-blown spectacle?