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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Julianne Moore Goes Fugging Blonde at CalvinWe were loitering outside Calvin Klein, doing our usual “are we in the right line?” dance along with everyone else, when things got a little exciting. Anna Wintour stopped and looked right at us. And gestured!