(and now, a note from Faran…)
Yesterday at the fin de Tommy Hilfiger, Britt and I watched Lily Donaldson climbing into a cab.
Magdalena tried to go with her, but after a quick chat that we couldn’t hear, Lily slid the door with a curt thwump and Magdalena joined two other brunettes on the curb, arms flailing, “Omigosh we need to get to Zac,” etc.
Like anything involving a show-stopping blonde, the whole thing seemed slow motion, and when it came back to real time, Britt and I realized we were cold, we were tired, and we were like a foot from the subway.
“Let’s go,” I charged and we clomped in teetering shoes down to the bottom.
Tanya D. was there, too, and so was Richie Rich from Heatherette.
“Are you kidding, it’s rush hour,” he chirped, “This is the only way to get somewhere on time.”
We hear from M.A.C that Tanya D. was, in fact, one of the first girls to arrive backstage for Mr. Posen.