Guests were unceremoniously squeezed into a packed glass hothouse in New York's West Village for Richard Tyler's presentation of attention-grabbing couture.

Tyler's considerable tailoring skills were most apparent on a sculpted leather blazer with pointed shoulders, a pearl crepe coat with a pleated side panel, and a mannish sharkskin suit worn with a shiny button-down and matching tie. Short, pintucked empire-waist slips kept the mood light, proving that evening dressing is not always synonymous with floor-length.

While Tyler's chiffon strapless gowns, distressed embroideries and playful fringes brought to mind the carefree silhouette of the '20s, at times his enthusiasm took a turn for the excessive. A final parade of corseted dresses, deconstructed tuxedos and skimpy teddies would have made quite a splash at a Playboy mansion reception.