L.A.M.B. has always grooved to an Afro-Caribbean beat—this is Gwen Stefani we're talking about here, who reintroduced ska to Top 40 listeners in the nineties—but this season, Stefani went all in. For Spring, L.A.M.B. is all about prints, prints, and prints, preferably of the vaguely African persuasion. "Prints," Stefani said backstage before the show, "are really hard to do and really hard to wear."

If she and her stylists found them tough, it didn't show. They piled them on with haphazard abandon, both in contrast and in concert, cycling through African and ikat options, then shirting plaids and tie-dye before it all was done. Of the options proposed, Stefani's preferred drop-crotch carrot trousers were probably the best. But scarcely a style was left unexplored. If the collection didn't especially cohere, no matter. The show did—around its patroness and star. There are plenty of people out there (each one armed with a camera phone, judging by tonight's crowd) for whom Gwenliness is next to godliness. Stefani just gave them 47 new ways to slip it on.