This morning as I was chauffeured to work in my town car, I received a message from Natalie via telegram about a Russian billioneiress coming to New York with plans to take over the country by making everyone wear pink - in case you haven't heard, the much-hyped Kira Plastinina store on Broadway is finally open. Needless to say, I had to investigate.
I entered the store surreptitiously to avoid detection, and did a little recon to find out more about the subject.
Pictures of Kira and Paris Hilton plastered on the walls, faux-Gucci sunglasses perched on the heads of mannequins, Bebe Sport-ish looking jackets except more bedazzled, employees decked in House of Holland shirts, and handlers making bold claims like "we're opening 400 stores" - Basically, it looked exactly like what you'd think a 15-year old would design. And the store was packed with customers.
Amused by the entourage but kind of freaked out by the surplus of pink sparkles, I did a double take when I saw the real girl, dressed down in a textured black coat, white jeans and pink platforms far too high for her to manage. I followed her outside and stopped her after a photo op.
Our conversation, if you could call it that, went something like this:
Me: You're her!
KP: Who?
Me: Kira Plastinina
KP: Yeah, that's me.
Me: It's Brett from Fashionista
(Akward publicist interruption)
Me: So why New York?
KP: I like it.
Me: So how long are you staying?
KP: I'm leaving right now.
--BRETT KANE
posted by guest
May 02, 2008 1:31PM
brett, i love your posts.