We’re Forced to Get on Our Knees at HilfigerBecause it took us 45 minutes to get to Lincoln Center in rush-hour traffic, we might have been a little late for Tommy Hilfiger. And because we might have been a little late for Tommy Hilfiger, we might have missed the chance to sit in our actual assigned seats. This may be how we ended up loitering in a glass-enclosed balcony, fighting for a spot past the folks in standing room who’d gotten there at a reasonable hour. And that’s how we found ourselves at our lowest Fashion Week point, both emotionally and physically: kneeling on the carpet, peering through people’s legs down at the front row below.
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Tim Gunn Doesn’t Make It Work in This WeatherListen, we think she seems great and all, but how on earth has Sophia Bush managed to get invited to shows all over town this season? Either she has frighteningly effective people working for her or she’s cashing in on one of the several hundred karmic IOUs she earned during those months she had to spend married to the king of the asshats, Chad Michael Murray.
Where the Fug Is Anna Wintour?!Even though we’re only two days in, it just seems wrong somehow that we’ve seen more of socialites and Sophia Bush than we have of Anna Wintour. Sure, we know that soon enough the Bob will be sitting in stony silence about six rows ahead of us, but it’s hard not to get impatient for that first glimpse of the coif that Suri Cruise is currently getting unfair credit for inventing.
