Last night Adam Arnold closed out this year's Open Season fashion series with one hell of a party. There were psychedelic liquid lava projections on two walls by Kevin Noonan, booming house music, cheap, flowing booze, a bubble machine, and the welcome, cooling dark of the windowless Canton Grill lounge.

Arnold has a serious side and a wicked sense of humor, and his presentations can go either way. This one fell decidedly in the latter category, loaded with references to other designers' shows this week (he studiously attended and photographed each leading up to his own) as well as to his own past (see the insane ski jacket quilted with stars and astrological symbols... which he made when he was 12). Models in blue lips and wild hair (courtesy Galen Amussen of Proper Salon) walked interpretively in sunglasses, spritzing themselves and the room with a variety of concoctions, including both breath freshener and fart spray. (If you think you smelled something funny... you did.) The whole thing was set to an original score by DJ Beyonda using samples Arnold recorded with his phone of an inane commercial. In it, a woman blathers on about being "so busy" and emails and apps and how "a lot of times I go to boutiques"... and the word "fashion" echoed hypnotically throughout, of course. (It's a total jam.)

For all the playfulness on display—wild colors and patterns (an orca-print skirt, anyone?), a top made of strung-together "snooks" (his signature Seuss-like stuffed beings)—Arnold doesn't pull punches when it comes to quality. These are clothes for a daring eccentric, but one with high standards of tailoring.