"I make the clothes I like to see in front of me," Stephen Burrows said backstage before his show. Those clothes, invariably, are striped, bright, and playfully tight in sleek knits and stretchy fabrics. They look like what swimmers should wear when they're out of the pool, hair still wet. Red, white, and blue stripes kicked things off. A long button-down grazed the hem of a pair of red short shorts; worn with chunky bangles in acid green and perched atop a pair of very high Louboutins, the look was graphic and fun.

"Summer in the City" was on the soundtrack, which changed every time a new model came out, and it did feel like a hot town, teeming with long-limbed girls flashing megawatt smiles. Pat Cleveland's daughter, Anna, who has become as elemental to these shows as jersey, took over the runway in an orange bodysuit and a shimmering, blanket-size blue and orange silk scarf. With the scarf as her partner, she improvised a catwalk dance, spinning, pouting, and shimmying; on her way out, she pointed one long finger at her mom in the front row. The audience ate it up. If clothes are supposed to make you feel good, Burrows is a pro.