This dump has to be on a side street in Beverly Hills. It can't be on Rodeo Drive.
Renee Strauss seems like such a sweet woman but her taste in gowns borders on the grotesque. The thing is, she has the customers for them.
Every 50+ woman with so much plastic surgery she makes Jocelyn Wildenstein look normal comes into that store and picks out something hideous. All their lips look like they've blown up from an allergic reaction, and hair colors range from purple to light orange. One man, engaged to a woman with reddish-purple hair, entered the salon to help her choose a gown. He was covered in tattoos, including on his face.
I have no idea why this show is on the air -- I watched it originally because I thought they would have gowns like Kleinfeld's but alas, no. If it doesn't have a hoop skirt the size of the room, ruffles, fur, and sequins, the brides-to-be (some of them on their eighth wedding) the store isn't interested.
If you like going to the circus and ogling the freaks, this is the show for you.
