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Crashing Fashion Week: The Final Day

Missed my previous Fashion Week diaries? Find them here.

You’ll notice that while this post is titled “Crashing Fashion Week: The Final Day,” Fashion Week is not actually over. That’s because I didn’t get invited to any shows past Tuesday. You’d think that after getting my chin featured so prominently in Fashion Week Daily I’d get a personal male model escort to the front row at Narcisco Rodriguez, but sadly, it was not to be. Instead I got to spend my final day as a fabulous person freezing my tuchus off in the New York Public library and stealing another HuffPost editor’s identity.

12:00 PM

I arrive at the New York Public Library (for non-New Yorkers, this is the main library with the lions, perhaps better known as the one that was haunted at the beginning of Ghostbusters). As I climb the icy steps with the other fashionistas, I hear one of them scoff “This show is a joke; anyone can get in.” (Um, not Lindsay Lohan apparently. This, by the way is a variation on the bitching I heard at the Project Runway finale; fashion peeps hate to be invited to anything not exclusive. They usually either deride the show they’re at as unworthy or fall all over themselves talking about how hot a ticket it is. I say, just shut up and be glad you have a seat and a goody bag. Gawd.)

Could you guess from that last line that for the second time this week, I am given standing room? I wouldn’t normally mind except that it is fucking chilly in here–the runway is literally set up right in the main lobby (aka “Astor Hall”), mere steps from the doors, which have been left open to let all of the fashionably late people in. I don’t even bother taking off my coat or Muppet gloves, and pass the time playing Brick Breaker on my BlackBerry in between scanning the crowd for famous faces. The one person I recognize is Andrea Linett, the creative director of Lucky magazine but more importantly (to me, anyway), a former Sassy editor. Oh, Sassy, how I miss you!

The Jill Stuart runway is curved, and snakes off beyond my field of vision. It basically forms a right angle, so there are two photographer pits, one at the elbow of the runway and one at the end. Around 12:30 the photographers at the elbow start going apeshit and their flashes go off with the intensity of Daniel Farraday’s hydrogen bomb on Lost. “Anna Lynne!” they are shouting. “Anna Lynne!” I regret to inform you that I know who this is: Anna Lynne McCord, from the new version of 90210 that I refuse to watch because it is SACRILEGE. Do not even talk to me about the new Melrose Place. DO NOT EVEN. It still hurts.

Anyway, I never see Anna Lynne or Mena Suvari or any of the other people I hear the photographers clamoring for (Here is a helpful gallery of all the VIPs I was unable to see… you’ll notice a certain noted fashion photographer was after me YET AGAIN. Oh, Nigel, please, stop. It’s getting embarrassing…) but I do beat my record in Brick Breaker, which is something.

The show itself is full of Amazonian models wearing over-the-knee boots with cute minidresses and knitwear. They must be freezing, but Jill has been good enough to provide them all with plenty of nipple coverage.

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If they had walked to the Ghostbusters theme it would have been awesome. I should totally consult on fashion show soundtracks.

3:00 PM

I have to run errands between Jill Stuart and Monique Lhuillier and so am accidentally fashionably late to the second. When I arrive at check-in they don’t have my name, so I drop Anya Strzemien‘s name. I explain that Anya is the style editor here at HuffPost, and that it is her seat I’m taking. The clipboard girl sourly hands me a card with Anya’s seat number and I dart into the tent.

No sooner do I locate my seat in the third row than I notice it’s currently being filled by someone else’s ass. “Excuse me, but I think you’re in my seat,” I say to a twentysomething girl, flashing my seating card. She looks confused and shows me her seating card, with the same seat written on it. I take the empty seat next to her, hoping that no one with a clipboard yells at me. After a minute or two I overhear her say “HuffPost” to the girl she’s with. “Do you work at the Huffington Post?” I ask. She nods. Her name is Hilary Moss and she’s a part-time editorial staffer. “Are you taking Anya Strzemien’s seat?” I ask. She says yes. I introduce myself and explain the situation. “Wow,” Hilary says. “I guess they’re not really paying attention to who they let in.” (Note: I’m in no way condoning crashing fashion shows–regardless of the title and subject matter of this blog–but there you have it. Security at these things is as lax as Nadya Suleman’s pelvic floor.) Anyway, as luck would have it no one tries to claim my seat and Hilary and I chat away as actresses Sophia Bush and Melissa George are seated directly in front of us. We try to look engaged in conversation, because nothing would be more embarrassing than showing up on Patrick McMullan’s site staring transfixed at the back of a One Tree Hill star’s head*.

*Melissa George is slightly higher-end, having guest-starred on Alias, In Treatment, and Grey’s Anatomy

Monique Lhuillier’s show is full of lush, gorgeous dresses that were no doubt made with the red carpet in mind. I realize that I have watched way too many episodes of The Rachel Zoe Project when I find myself mumbling “That is perfect for Annie [Hathaway]! I die!” as a red show-stopper comes down the runway.

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Seriously, though, Rachel, you know I’m right.

After the show I say goodbye to Hilary and make my way out of Bryant Park for the last time (I’m scheduled to see the Bebe Kardashian show the next morning but sickness–no doubt caused by my diet of adrenaline, Zone bars, and coffee as well as my inappropriate blizzard attire–forces me to cancel). Just as I burst through the doors that lead back onto 6th Avenue, I find myself face to face with Russell Simmons. He’s much taller than I expected, probably because I’m used to seeing him standing next to Kimora. “What show did you just get out of?” he asks me. ME. Russell Simmons is talking to ME. I am so excited by this that I forget that I don’t really know how to pronounce “Lhuillier.” So I stare blankly at Russell Simmons until he gives up and asks somebody else.

Way to go out with a bang, self. I can’t take me anywhere.

DAY FOUR TOTALS:
Celeb sightings: 3
Swag gifts: 0
Identity thefts: 1
Awkward confrontations with hip-hop moguls: 1

FINAL TALLIES (DAYS 1–4):
Celeb sightings: 39
Swag gifts: 5
Project Runway contestant sightings: 18
Fashion editor sightings: 3
Appearances in Fashion Week Daily: 1
Pseudo-dates with noted fashion photographer Nigel Barker: 2
Awkward backstage interviews: 3
Identity thefts: 1
Awkward confrontations with hip-hop moguls: 1
Transformative life experiences involving Alexis Colby Carrington Dexter Rowan: 1

Blogging about it all for The Huffington Post: Priceless

Thanks for reading, everybody! Maybe they’ll let me back next year. And hey, if you like these misadventures, check out my blog, The Sassy Curmudgeon.

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Stanton Peele: Howard Stern’s Right About Gabourey Sidibe

Not as well known for his health recommendations as for offending people, Howard Stern actually is a keen student of health behavior. In his own life, he significantly modified his diet, exercise, and substance use patterns. Stern’s recommendations tend to be moderate (he doesn’t abstain from alcohol, for instance), common-sensical, and self-initiated — as the changes (including overcoming OCD) were in his own life.

From this perspective, Stern observed that Gabourey Sidibe is deluding herself if she thinks her Academy Award will lead her to a career as an actress. There are simply not enough roles for a woman her size. But Stern’s advice goes deeper. Sidibe won’t be around that long if she weighs 300 pounds at 26. While she can be active and healthy through her 20s and perhaps her mid-30s, she can’t handle that weight into her 40s — particularly if she gains more.

A discussion of Sidibe’s weight inevitably calls forth all kinds of reactions — including claims of prejudice against heavy people, women, and African Americans — all of which she is. She is also bound to be unhealthy. Sidibe and her mother, Alice Tan Ridley, seem to recognize this, sort of:

The truth is Gabourey would like to lose some weight but the reality is that she would not have gotten the role of Precious if she had not been heavy. As her mum I would like to see my daughter healthy but if she didn’t lose weight that’s not a problem either — it runs in our family. We have relatives that are 80 who are too heavy.

The last part of her statement is the wishful thinking of the addict — “I know a smoker in his 80s.” Yes, but you sure reduce your odds of reaching 80 if you smoke. And you will most likely create subsidiary health issues that will increasingly dog you through life (trouble breathing and sleeping, poor circulation, lingering colds and coughs). There is no free lunch.

I have a rehab treatment center, one where we address both substance abuse and health behavior. We don’t tell people they have a problem — they’re aware of that when they arrive at St. Gregory. Obviously, we don’t belittle them or put them down. Instead, we simply remind them and ask them to reflect on what we both know to be true — that they need to change. We work with them to convert that motivation into reality. And we are there to point out the life benefits they experience as they make such changes.

Hollywood types are notable for their refusal to make judgments of others, and so you won’t find any show business personalities taking on Sidibe’s weight. When Sidibe started salivating over male hunk Gerard Butler at the Oscars, no one — least of all Butler, who politely played along — told Sidibe she isn’t going to get a hit of that, or much else. Only Howard Stern is willing to pass along that news.

And, oh, perhaps Michelle Obama, if she’s serious about confronting youthful obesity no matter what that requires. While people ARE willing to take on Lindsay Lohan and Brittney Spears for providing bad role models for young women around substance use, and people are always criticizing models for being dangerously thin, what about Sidibe and the rampant obesity among children, especially African American children? Is that worth pricking a few balloons over?

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Lindsay Lohan Vanity Fair Shocking Interview About Eating

Lindsay Lohan tried drugs – she denies it was cocaine but did seem flustered – and claims to have stopped lls publicist tried to get the reference to drugs removed from the Vanity Fair publication, but obviously was unsucessful Lindsay Lohan fights bulimia – and became so bulimic she could, thankfully, recognize that shed taken her body too far The bulimia episode was stopped in May, although we know eating disorders are a lifetime thing Lindsay Lohan thanks “Saturday Night Live” guru Lorne Michaels for stepping in to stop her eating disorder Shopping has replaced the more “unhealthy” habits of bulimia and drugs, but considering she can spend 0k in one day, Id say its not great either Lindsay talks about the horror years with her father and how that, combined with tons of stress from being in Hollywood, made her an emotional wreck Lindsay admits writing the last CD almost broke her down, and actually fessed to wanting to call her dad and also to almost quitting Hollywood Wilmer Valderrama comes up too – how he was her first love (which would have been hard given her trust issues from her father), how he became the shoulder to cry on, and how this pushed him away. And, also, how she feels after the break-up After Lindsay realized she had a problem, she was quick to break down. Here is what she had to say: “I just started bawling. I knew I had a problem, and I couldnt admit it,” Lohan says. “I saw that SNL” after I did it. My arms were disgusting. I had no arms.” Soon …

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Lindsay Lohan Faces BAN From India

India’s government may add Lindsay Lohan’s name to the country’s immigration blacklist, UK’s Telegraph reports.

In December Lindsay went to India to shoot a documentary about sex trafficking on a tourist visa rather than a work visa. She might have gotten away with violating the country’s visa rules had she not caught the attention of officials by lying over Twitter about the number of children she saved by raiding a child labor sweatshop.

“Over 40 children saved so far … Within one day’s work … This is what life is about … Doing THIS is a life worth living!!!” she tweeted while she was there.

And: “Focusing on celebrities and lies is so disconcerting, when we can be changing the world one child at a time … hope everyone can see that.”

The raid was completed before Lohan arrived in India, according to the Telegraph. Activists who actually participated in the raid were upset by her comments and alerted officials. Her case is being reviewed in New Delhi and will be ruled on soon.

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