The graffiti-splattered walls at Paul Sevigny's recently revamped Don Hill's made for an appropriate setting at last night's glammy, rock 'n' roll presentation from up-and-comers Bess. Then again, the collection was shown as part of a larger party, DJd by John Cameron Mitchell, called "Fuck Fashion Week," -- not really fodder for a runway show at Lincoln Center. The line, which is full of impossibly tight, Day-Glo looks was very Iggy and the Stooges, as models donned tight low-slung vinyl pants with glitter make-up all over their bodies. I loved the Haring-esque prints on some of the pieces, and the the metallic motorcycle jackets, fishnets and (faux) monkey fur coats added to the "meet me at Max's Kansas City" feel. Fuck Fashion Week, indeed.