Over the years I have been lucky enough to glob myself onto some pretty impressive coattails. Working as a publicist at a small agency allowed me the opportunity to attend fashion shows alongside some of Hollywood’s elite. However, today marked the first time that I have attended a show as a a free agent. I literally almost shed a tear when I saw that I had a legitimate seat and was not relegated to standing room. While I was not gaga about the clothes (I considered calling this post Gnarls Sparkly), it was still very cool to have a place to call my own amidst the chaos. The biggest distraction from the clothes was actually the styling. The shoes and over-the-top necklaces detracted from what I am sure were expertly-made garments. The celebrities in attendance were also pretty ridiculous considering the talent consisted of the cast of “The City”, “The Real Housewives of New York” and randomly, the seductress also known as Anna Lynne McCordwhose lean muscle mass I could feel in the sixth row. The whole thing was pretty much an illusion — a sparkling hologram of what a fashion show looks like, but devoid of any of the legitimacy upon which the legacy of Fashion Week was built. It was awesome.









