As a fashion week newbie, I was thrilled to be attending this runway show, despite the fact that I haven’t liked these clothes since 1994. The pre-show prancing and preening by attendees was great, and I met a fashion grande dame decked out in black and fuchsia with a huge hat. When I complimented her style she said,”Thanks honey, and I don’t even need Botox.”
Took my seat in the fourth row and nearly passed out when Anna sat directly in front of me three rows down. I could have stroked her fur coat. I refrained.
I recognized Michelle Williams of Destiny’s Child in the front row, looking shockingly like Rihanna. Maggie Rizer, with her glorious new red mane, was there and looking like she found the Fountain of Youth.
There were a couple of other girls posing for the cameras, but repeated inquiries as to who they might possibly be revealed only this: “I think they’re on the Disney Channel or something.”
The clothes were floaty, tunic-y, and pleated. Chartreuse and bright blue woke up the gunmetal gray. There were some lovely sequined floaty dresses.
Right before the finale, I noticed Anna get up and bolt out of her seat to the door. Everyone heard the shocking news about Alexander McQueen as we were leaving the show. I saw people crying, hugging each other. People having frenzied phone conversations and everyone looking for WiFi. What a horrible tragedy and a sad way to start off what should be a week of celebrating fashion.