If the events of the last few days are any indication, spreading unfounded rumors that huge stars are about to emerge from the darkness to speak to the press is going to be totally hot for spring. First, we heard that Blake Lively was going to be at Hervé Léger, then on Sunday night the gossip at Zac Posen was that Rihanna was there and it was going to be major. Spoiler: Neither of these things actually happened.
What did happen at Zac Posen, you ask? Well, something almost as revolutionary as a surprise Rihanna sighting: the oft-style-challenged Christina Hendricks showed up looking amazing in a raspberry knee-length Posen frock. We overheard her waxing poetic about the lavender Posen dress she wore to the 2010 Emmys and couldn’t help but wonder if he’s going to be dressing her for the ceremony on September 22. Fingers crossed: The two of them make a successful stylistic team.
Actually, almost everyone looked pretty great. We spied Molly Sims, who seemed really happy, working a pair of leather pants like the former model that she is. Stacy Keibler rocked leather also, though hers was in dress form. And although we probably didn’t need the 35 minutes that Leigh Lezark allotted to parade up and down the runway to make sure we all spotted her cream-colored quasi-wedding gown, she did look pretty in it. In fairness, we might have been more impressed if we hadn’t all been wondering what Rihanna was going to be wearing.
The final celeb out from the backstage area turned out, however, to be Kelly Osbourne, which … no offense, Kelly, was kind of a disappointment. Kelly O had her fiancé, vegan chef Matthew Mosshart, in tow, and at least he seemed sweet; he was very apologetic when he was almost towed through the press corps as Kelly switched seats. He also — unlike the aforementioned assorted press — seemed content to stand and wait patiently while Kelly did an endless variety of interviews and stand-ups with the rest of the front row, on camera, for Fashion Police. Listen, far be it from us to cast aspersions upon the work of our Patron Saint Joan Rivers, but the rest of us are also trying to work here, and none of us signed up to be your extras. Ask Hendricks a couple of crass questions about Jon Hamm’s undergarment situation and move on, like everybody else. Or at least talk everyone into giving us their best Rihanna impression, if we’re not going to get the real thing.
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