Eichners Eye
10:43 a.m.: Models smoking before the show. Looking too young to even legally buy cigs. Maybe that’s why they turn and hide as I snap?
10:43 a.m.: Models smoking before the show. Looking too young to even legally buy cigs. Maybe that’s why they turn and hide as I snap?
1:14 p.m.: “Is this your first show ever?” I ask Wyclef Jean’s adorable daughter Angelina. “Yes!” she says as she smiles shyly next to her dad.
1:54 p.m.: “I read a person born in 1965 such as myself has a 14.7% chance of reaching 100 years old,” I tell Andre Balazs. “My daughters’ average life expectancy is 120 years” he replies. “That’s a heck of a lot of fashion shows.”
3:55 p.m.: Perfectly manicured lawn and shrubs make up the runway. “Stay off the grass,” the security guy says. Reggae music is wafting through the air. I think, “I’m feeling dazed and confused.”
9:07 p.m.: “I’m your biggest fan,” I tell Karlie Kloss as she fans herself with a promotional Indochine hand fan.
9:44 p.m.: “She’s such a maneater,” I overhear someone say about Tory Burch as she arrives with Pierre Yves Roussel. I don’t see why not. She’s beautiful, talented, intelligent, nice and one of the few fashion designers actually making big money.
12:07 a.m.: “We both have fashion week birthdays,” Laura tells me. “Mine is in September and Kate’s is in February.” Suddenly a cake appears and Happy Birthday is sung. It’s a John Travolta cake. I better get outta here.