Already one of the toniest enclaves on Earth, Bel-Air has just nabbed another accolade : the theme of Michael Bastian's men's show for the current season. But to be clear, "it had nothing to do with today's celebrity or Coachella or any of that", the designer said backstage. Rather, this was an interpretation of old Hollywood, particularly the privileged insiders and power brokers who made it tick, people like super-agent Lew Wasserman and the famed retailer Fred Hayman of Giorgio Beverly Hills. Michael Bastian, himself a New Englander, made another little jab. "In Los Angels", he laughed, "you can't leave your house without getting shot". Thus his reimagining of Bel-Air (consisting of a manse-like façade, complete with ivy and a chandelier visible through a window) was marked with signs that read, "this property is protected by video surveillance", while those cameras were trained on the audience. With the cheeky Big Brother mood set, Michael Bastian unleashed every conceivable trapping of nouveau pastel entitlement. There were cashmere cardigans, windowpane suits, cream shorts, knit ties, white piqué shoes, Donegal tweed, paisley pajama shirts, and one very fancy dusty rose tux jacket. Living up to the campy premise, Mr Bastian offered plenty of twists, too, like banana-leaf camo, towel-striped sweaters, and a pec-hugging polo shirt stitched in squares to look like croc. And, as Kelis crooned, "I'm just a carefree American", the designer sent out several women's pieces -his first foray on that front- nicely counterbalancing the paean to preppy-dom.