For Spring, Decarnin, the designer for Baliman brought out another whammy of a no-brainer blockbuster: disco cavewoman goes to the front. His designs looked like the army of sizzling, sleek-limbed supergirls who were dressed with huge-shouldered tops and metal-epauletted military tailcoats. Their T-shirts were tattered; bullet belts were slung around artfully “destroyed,” stained, and holed jeans or, yet more sensationally, minute, hypersexed, raggedy suede and leather loincloths (the term “skirt” hardly covers it).