February 11, 2004 New York
Sarafpour seemed in a bittersweet mood herself, having shaken off spring’s aggressive, patent-leather moment. She looked back to the innocence and femininity of the fifties with sunburst pleated skirts, crisp white shirts, and candy-colored cardigans delicately trimmed with ribbon and rosettes. The wide bateau neck on a lovely tweed dress gave the wearer an Audrey Hepburn grace, while a sturdy black wool trench or a brown tweed skirt with a fishtail hem evoked one of those mysterious, vulnerable, and ever-so-chic Hitchcock blondes. When it came to nighttime, however, Sarafpour snapped right back into the present, with slinky satin dresses held together by fragile lace butterflies and sparkly rhinestone collars dropped over T-shirts and satin dressesvery of the moment, and no translation required.